When it all comes down to it
Love is a choice
of souls. One calls out
to another among the crowd of souls
To briskly walk with it
side by side, into the land beyond the horizon.
With their souly hands intertwined
they find in each other
a strong back & a soft shoulder,
A home to house them in winter &
A shade for when the summer sun scorches.
So I will wait.
For a soul will come along who will hear me hum
The tune of David's harp.