Love Without Measure

All these minutes
     Cascading over
The sun-bleached hairs of my toes,
     Tides of memory and
Anticipation
     Rising
Falling
     Giving way
To a world revolving
     Outside of
Ticking, tocking,
     Clicking and clocking.
You Who need no measure
     To dance, swirl, and
Paint the world
     With your colorfilled notes,
Your waters lapping at
     The sweet walls of
The cave of my Heart.


Scott Patrick Schwenk     9/6/10