Waves like forgotten music ripple through me

Pink bubbles and being filled with golden light

Volcanic creation coupled with the gentlest touch 

Kneeling down in awe when glimpsing the first Pasque

The firs Iris

The first Monkshood

Your laughter fills the skies when naming constellations

Catching falling stars on your upturned face

Quickening as lightening slashes the sky

And thunder catches you up in an embrace.

The rushing river scoops you up in delight

Tossing you in the air and catching you, ever so gently,

To place you back on shore 

Where your dance joins with fairy circles and mountain lions

Soaring in exultation, touching down lightly

Your heart joins my heart becomes our heart.

In a perfect dance of union.