This world seems to shout a constant, "No!"
And so I'm glad we oui so well.
It is so sweet to hear a rushing, "Yes,"
Roll down the riverbank
And over the falls and deep into
The pools of you that gather in my soul.

I bathe in the rainbows of that mist
And refresh permissive things to try
There where failure resides in peace with success.
And the mystery of that sacred union
Blocks all fear and the vulgar urge
To shout out, "No!" like all the rest.
But instead, I stop and think,
And agree with the beauty and the truth,
And whisper, "Yes.
Anything for you."
-jenn