the dancing tree of love

holds a salmon pink cloud

and the free calling of a multitude of doves

that ask me to step outside 

and to listen and just be

while the candle waits for me 

thousands of candles have been lit

while I watched just waiting 

for the presence of spirit 

to come and speak with light of it

but now it’s time to catch the wind

and dance with the trees 

and try to soak it all in

with the colors of the clouds 

and the flame that speaks my name

and somewhere here

between the words 

and the flame that burns

my soul is greeting me

with the smile of sweet infinity

and I must fit my life into the day

and chase these morning clouds away

as I try to find the time to pray 

that I can become that essence 

of all the soul has to say