Do you know 

Love walks beside you

Without speaking

Do you sense when you wake 

Some way feel the fond caress

Spent all night travelling

On the swift southerly?

Do you pause

Suddenly look around

As though someone you know well

Spirits nearby?

You'd argue the point

Of course use logic sense

What use misplaced emotion

There is no practicality

In holding on to something

One can't grow

I say it flows from me

And travels there-

That in itself a measure of success

Whether you know it

Or accept it as a quaint peculiarity 

Love travels North

(Soaring both back and forth)

Most early mornings