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.