This thing, this joy
It streams from you whether you know it or not.
From your eyes even when they are dark
From your hands, fingers, mouth
Like heat from your tender body
Even from the uncertainty of everything
Swirling from your dreams
The life of water in a dry land
Light through the dark uncharted
The steadiness of love through distance
Of grace though pain
Of a whisper heard through silence.
The joy that you are
More than touch
More than wishes,
A smile like sunshine that splits the gloomy day
And turned me like a flower to that light
The joy you are like dew
On the tongue of day.