Has love passed us by
to wallow in spoiled regret,
to drown ourselves in spilled paint?
Or does love await
Resplendent like budding spring
Bursting forth not for the faint
Will you always give
lyrical passion so free
soulful light to those in need?
Friend, you know me well
Spirits touch, speaking in verse
Luminous love shared indeed
*Written in collaboration with my dear friend, Despicable Artistry (not on WordPress), using the Mondo poetry form; however we focused on our human nature, not Mother Nature.