love rests in a gaze, that intends nothing but to look
resting in leisure,          attention strolls like a brook
all bubbling and senseless in a pursuit that wanders downstream
the lover seems to be the fool              and the man of tool and trade
laughs at his expression of wonder and awe
work doesn’t comprehend this inner law of freedom
love seeks something deeper than waves on the surface can tell
the rush and foam seems so captivating, but the lover craves
the exploration, the plunge into the deep                     he wants to reap
a harvest of gold          a harvest told in the longings of the human heart.
Love seeks that which is best, love rests, and on what amazes
love gazes.