When Tenderness Comes

Old friend,

ever comforting my grieving heart

as I start again.

You flow in

like a welcome stream

cleansing sorrow

bringing a new tomorrow.

You lift me in the air

like a wishing chair

rising through the cypress boughs

softly in the clouds.

Looking down I see

 You breezing
 through the pear tree,

these blossoms know the greenery.

Some petals fall

 as grass is growing

my heart is knowing

there will be

 home-fires burning

 in the far-away lands

at the top of the trees.

 I believe, calm has come

 as peace is all around.

Let winter sleep now. 

You arrive as a trusted friend.

You hold my hand

You walk with me,

our thoughts are born

 simultaneously.

As I step into spring,

I see chamomile daisies

among the chickweed

where the golden bird comes to feed.

I sit nearby

reading to my friend,

love never dies

 our lives never end.

Yin and yang are circling

  when the homing birds

 arrive to rest.

 As tenderness brings 
the golden bird to sing,
two honey-doves are cooing.