Have seen the desert
Without our love
To water the vegetation that covers the soil,
The dry winds that carry the dust for miles
Eroding the fabric of our being
Eats us up inside
With bottled up feelings.
I will whisper gently to the easterlies,
The chirping Robin shall accompany my words
Woven in a quilt with all the love I have.
Like Joseph's coat of many colors
I will cover you in my love
& the rainbow will courtesy.