Gold Dust

March 2010

I can taste your humanity in the floating gold dust that shakes from our dancing feet

I can smell you in the vapor produced by the first sunbeam that hits the first dew drop of every rising day

I find you waiting in not so awkward silences filled with genuine smiles

I know you from the residue of laughter you leave rippling in your wake

I hold you close with arms that will never be long enough to wrap you in them

I seek your shores with the hope of a thousand centuries, and the patience of a thousand more

I see your gifts and live grateful for your giving