SERENADE

Feet planted in mud, cinnamon silt and sand
I rise to you through wavering green water.
Through blooms of algae, tangled weeds, I rise
unfold in the arbor of your tendrilled sun.
I rise, sweet breath of life, to you,

Breathe your fragrant air. Rooted
in tangles of despair I rise, sweet singer,
to your song, and all my yearning
yields to the height, breadth
and depth of you. I rise, great bard, to you.

And in that meeting-place of pond and sky
my I dissolves in your light-
boundless, boundless welcome.

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(It was great to read your poems last Sunday. Join me again today and share your poems in Comments. Poetry brings us together in a community of hearts. Yes!)