ODE TO A FELLOW POET

Today as I sit in your chair
the breeze rustles through
the trees
gently whispering your name.

I hear your words as
butterflies drift silently
from flower to flower,
a soothing voice like
the waves lapping the shore.

Today I sit in your chair
knowing we travel many
different paths,
knowing from the Light
you left in my heart
that we are all one.

You are here with me
surrounded by Peace and Love
walking the Sacred ground of
N-Sid-Sen.


tk
7-18-07