I can see your heart in your face,
A golden haze of pulsating pleasure,
Drowsy love of the night lingers,
You are its scent, an apricot moon,
The sweet spice of candied ginger,
This single moment atones for all,
All life’s pains, disappointments,
You lift up the spirit, buoyant,
Held aloft by Nirvana’s fingers,
There is no earth, no heaven,
No space or time or purpose,
There is you…and, that is enough.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 