The Rapture of You

I feel you
As the wind feels you
Know you
As does the earth.

You are fresh
As sea breeze is fresh
From the salted coast
Mixing with fields
Of saw grass and grains.

As morning rains are soft
You are soft
Your touch as gentle
As mist
As insistent
As time’s inexorable passing.

You are the melody of evenings
The glow of starlight
You are the urgency of breath
And all that charms me.

You are the warmth of sunlight
The fullness of bread
The hope of tomorrow.

When measured against the rapture of you
All else is ordinary.
I fall into you
As leaves from the limbs of autumn.

All I long for
Desire and need
Is met in you.