PilgrimsTuscan reds and ochre huesOlive greens and skies of blueSunlit valleys full of charmSecluded homestead and hilltop farmOver hills skim birds in flightAromas whet the appetiteAutumn rustle fills the airRevealing grace of trees laid barePathways meander through the valeInviting travelers its height to scaleSunset rewards as evening endsAnd pilgrims to the night descend

The chrysalis movesin my solar plexusfulfilling its missionto quietly emerge...then I see you anda thousand butterfliesmigrate into my heart.

I writeI breatheWords ebb and flowAn ocean of verseMoves out on the currentTo wash up on the shoreOf your infinite soul

Even nowwhen I say your nameit leaves my mouthin slow motionlike a winged prayer;A hymn beforethe altar of love.

There are days I am wholeSome days I feel bruisedA silhouette of verse emergesTo mirror my moodAnd with every wordI undress my soulBaring it to the world

I shall love youWith all my loveNot just a portionLove’s vast expanseMoves through meRequiring infinityTo receive itExpand your heartInto the infiniteAnd when thisBody is dust we shallFind each otherAll over again

I am woven into youYou are woven into meThrough our combined visionWe can see Eternity

If I fall from loveAnd I am torn in twoBe gentle with my heartForgive my shadowsI must rest awhileFor my wings to spreadAnd fly back to you

I swing like a pendulum between the darkness and the light,sometimes it feels like gallowsother times it feels like flight.

The secret of real success is to accept who you are, believe in it and stop trying to model yourself on someone else or what you think is expected of you. Aim to shape your life in as many ways that are possible to provide conditions that enhance your true nature and values.