Great Things Greater

How I do love you in the morning, friend!
To think that as my tender night dreams break,
Gold-flecked daydreams follow in their wake
Guided and strengthened by the Great Master's hand,
Love's sweet waves upon weathered sand

Foam-flecked tongues flicking and licking, consuming all
Under the Great Artist's direction, reshaping and leaving,
Love's paradox, rapturous and grieving,
Tearing down self, building selflessness tall
Making the great things greater and the little things small

How I ache for these waves, my heart crying out for
Less of the lonely days, when time seems to spend
Forever till morning, till morning my friend,
When I'll be wanting you less and loving you more
And so, Love, sweep on . . . and consume this dry shore


Lauren Anderson

©2001

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