'Reach...'

 

...How like the sun
It's intentful wish
to warm...

N' as the mountains
that reach up high,
standing strong
'gainst the storm...

yet,  just like a wind-
gusts just begun,
that blows air-fresh
a longing to be
your only  one...

So like the river,
swept up in
a currents' rush
N'  to feel
the green of grass
so plush...

here's a hope,
a wish delivered

for you, accept  
the heart of thee,
a giver...

N' though it appears
you're naught to sigh

whether thine soul
were purged of pain,
still,  gifted a love
that set you free to fly...