KATHY
Sweet gifts to thee
Would my Spirit bring, O Lady.
Ships laden with spices to anoint you,
High treasures to free you from
The dark sea of your loneliness.
My heart calls you draw nearer to me
To seek Love’s daily banquet,
A foothold untamed, untrammeled and free.
That rich and passionate haven
Where soaring hearts may dwell
And always tenderly be.