A New

The things I think when away from you

Keep me close to feeling new

The steady sun rising in July

In perfect cadence with the light of your eye

The wild deer who hears the hum

Between our voices and the summer drum

The holy hand of He who loves

Completes the sweet sound of doves

The whispering wind that speaks of home

Rides the waves as we do roam

I wash my tears in memory

Of those suns, and you near me

To think your arms in mine again

Bring me to that place of when

Where newness sings a subtle rhyme


And our two hearts refresh the chime



Will I ever again be held by you



In tender kisses, as if a new