SONNET V

I feel like walking hand in hand
With you; my most precious friend,
Amid the chants of a Buddhist dawn;
In the breeze of a Chinese lawn…

I feel like dipping my mouth and drink
The holy waters from the brink
Of a lonely stream bright and fair
But not without you by me there

I feel like running through the scent
Of flowers that are never spent
Brushing across the children who
Chase butterflies and smile at you

So let’s get lost never to be found
And together reach that holy ground