Divine Lover

Divine Lover
Why do you follow me wherever I go
Why do I see you everywhere I look
In church last Sunday
the woman four pews ahead
had hair like yours
The blonde-haired woman
had a head shaped just like yours
And the trees
driving home from church beloved
as the trees clapped their hands
as the trees changed for autumn
the hands they were waving
were your hands beloved
Divine Lover
you were smiling at me
from within the leaves
of the maple autumn glory