Your heart is an open field
taking me in like you have always
embraced the migrating geese
and harbored all the small
& fragile creatures in the tall
green grass in your heartland
. . .
Your heart is an open field
changing its colors as the sky
changes its mood, but
the warmth of your blood
keeps the water flow each night
even when the grass is covered with snow
. . .
Your heart is open to all seasons
spring, summer, autumn and whisper
lovers of nature come & go
for different reasons
they take whatever they need
they kiss they dance they sleep in peace
. . .
Your heart is an open field
giving birth to true art
but it can also bury God
I see no walls, fences or fears
for your love is unguarded and needs
no landmark to show you have lived
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:: z.z. '05