Oratorio

Oratorio

Our love dwells
in its own light,
blossoms in its own garden
of delight,
moves about in an
unguarded cadence,
listens to the silence
of stars in heavenly places,
dances the waltz of the wind
on warm hills
and leaning grass,

plays in the rain
from higher clouds,

touches lower clouds
with earthly sounds,
sings the masterpieces
of our best years,

comes home,
in and out
the day,
and settles there.