Moon Flower Love

I look inside and sometime know,

that love is like a flower and it grows,

even when outside the sun is hidden,

or the water of the moon obscures its shadow,

and inside a seed lays safely nestled,

growing and transforming,

and loving and sowing,

the satiation of the place within that holds the deepest yearning to grow,

and that is where I sometimes know that this too

will become known and grow, grow grow,

into the sunlight into the shadows,

and that is how we will know,

that love is everywhere and everything,

and it grows in you and it grows in me,

no matter the outcome,

or the illusion of shadows it is solid, and whole and full of love

even in the darkest hour,

and for that we are glad and full and feel the sunsheen of the sweetest embrace of eachothers power.