The time has come to talk
Of most probably anything
It's blasphemy to think
That i would come to wink
At someone quite like you
But if you are perturbed
It's only just a word
so don't let it get to you
Now let me come to show
That i'm the one that knows
The playful little tune
That's going thru your head
And you will come to see
You won't miss a beat
With someone quite like me
Master's Smile
His eyes uphold a universe;
my Master’s face in dreamscapes -
spreading love with smiles instead of hands.
Unbearably bright, he beams elation;
visage crinkling in bliss - and I tumble!
Rising in laughter, too happy to see.
No one dies in Master’s gaze,
nor ages, becomes ill or pounds the ground with
selfish fists, screaming “Dear Lord what next?”
For there is no earth in His domain, and
tears are remembered with gay amusement;
tiny drops of God that once wet our cheeks.
His smile never says ‘I love you’ -
there is no ‘I’ nor ‘you’ within this view;
buoyantly aware he shares, “We ARE love!”
And I hear his smile louder than thought;
above familial good-byes and friendly praise,
breathlessly listening in tune.
Oh, His eyes reflect Reality!
My Master’s face in dreamscapes -
spreading love with smiles instead of hands.
