Honeymoon

Honeymoon

In the garden with You, everything still

but the unfolding flower of my heart.

I wanted words.  You’d rather hold hands.

We take a stroll through the heart-country

where at the first tavern, You buy the wine.

From the balcony, soft music;

dancers holding each other;

the candle glow in your eyes.

When I first fell for You – o Beloved,

the tricks You pulled to get me in Your lair.

O child of God, lover and Beloved share many a night

          of romantic splendor.

But honeymoons don’t last forever.

                                    (from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)