A Pirate Looks At Sixty

The broken heart
cannot sing alone,
nor the lonely hand
take up the brush.

Take my hand
and walk into
the garden.

Sing this life
with me.

Let me kiss
the world
with your lips.

Let me see
the earth
fresh
through
your eyes.

Touch me,
touching you,
touching all
of creation.

Love bends time.

There are
masterpieces
yet to paint.

Color, texture,
tint and hue...

I will be
your canvas,
you mine.

The desire
for connection
never ends.

The need
for wholeness
where soul
has been rent:

human,
oh so human,
but also
divine.
 - mce