trust,dr Salerian poem

 TRUST

Beauty of trust

Holding a puppy

An infant sucking

Grandpa letting me free

Letting me climb

On chest and shoulders

Touching a butterfly

Spoon feeding a bee

Sleeping with my soul mate

Naked

Trusting  raw

Trusting naked

Eyes closed

Blind loving  trust

Walking on clouds

With no magic

No help from Saints

Just singing loud very loud

Passionate sounds

Forcing gray clouds

Change colors

Painting them pink and purple

Covering earth

With whiteness

White flowers

Wild flowers and beasts at awe

At peace

Stunned by love

Beauty of trust