My answers come from deep within
when I but turn my gaze
to the soul which I have chosen
for the meaning of my days.
She’s personal and private
and wise beyond my years.
She’s hidden in my rain forest
and cried for 50 years.
Today she glimpsed the sun
as I cracked the door ajar.
And blossoms now are growing
in the garden of her heart.
My soul, my precious Ariel,
awake and shining bright
is warmth and clarity by day
and calming rest by night.
‘Tis Ariel who guides me.
Her voice — my every song.
Together such rich harmony!
To Ariel I belong.
April 2009