(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
my babies are off in dreamland [including husband]
& peace is permeating through our little, loved home all the way into the depths of my heart.
my table, there are about six and a half dozen markers scattered about,
two sets of paints with their own brush/colored-water-in-a-cup mess, a
stack of watercolored creations for yours truly, sippy cups with straws,
some goldfish, a camera, a permission slip that needs to be signed,
chapstick with the cap off [who knows what happened to it?], and a large
mason jar fillled with watermelon-colored roses.
table, very much resembles the rest of my house...proof everywhere of
active children and busy parents who struggle to keep up with them.
unlike most nights, the mess feels beautiful to me.
this mess represents a full, abundant, blessed life, that i completely love.