No Greater Gift

Warm breezes blow today,
The chill has gone;
The morning is filled with
the robin's song.
Give me your hand my love,
Come walk with me,
In the sun, with the birds,
and a tranquil sea.
A shawl full of diamonds,
Around us the mist,
For me there could be
No greater gift.

-- Gordon William Bain, Oct. 20th, 2009.

Connect

Reach out, let’s cocoon
In the warmth of another
Spin truth back and forth
As we talk to each other

Escape all our troubles
Shed weakness, discover
Tear protection aside
Emerge and uncover

Touch our new comfort
Restrictions, suspend
Nurture the process
Transform and ascend

Embrace each new stage
Spread the wings of connection
Let the wind pick us up
As we share that affection.

-- NF, Aug. 21st, 2008

A Matter of Time

She walked in the forest all alone with her thoughts,

There rang out with small echos a series of shots,

And she fell. Like a spirited doe, she rose, and moved deep

Through snow laden branches, seeking cover and sleep.

My beautiful lady, her smile still sublime,

Grazed by a bullet, the hunter was time.



The sun wakes the morning, the skies warm and bright,

Hand in hand with my lady, we walk from the night.

Snowbirds above us fly shimmering waves,

A fox searches fields for the breakfast it craves.

Our world is still turning, His Hand has reached down,

The hunter still lurking, but we're nowhere around.


-- Gordon William Bain, February 8th, 2009