She fled her body, to where the poets fly.
Her heart lived in that place,
an angel by night light.
There were feathers on the wind of day,
and music, like a lovers kiss, drifting.
Oh, how she loved, there.
Oh, how she loved.
And how she missed that beautiful whisper
when down to earth
she fell.
As if
to fall asleep in the arms of another
could be anything less than a gift
to be cherished.
Life and her beautiful pages;
how precious she is,
indeed,
for the sweetness of it.
If I hold your hand still,
if I paint your world bright,
if I sing you my songs
will you love,
will you love me?
If I answer your needs
with a need of my own,
If I paint your world bright,
If I sing you my songs
will you love,
will you love me
love?
It is a beautiful thing
to know love.
To feel it
burning,
aching,
glowing;
how I have known love
is as small as an hour born
of its grand, magnificent day.
I have loved in many ways.
Is there a garden I am yet to find?
A moment still to spring
upon the delicate plough of yesterday?
I am certain there is more to come.
I shall wait for it by the gate
where the red roses wither
and the daffodils wake
in sweet tufts
of two.
If I were a forest,
there would be afternoon sun
slicing through my trees.
And little white rabbits
would hop along the way
between the daisies
and the rushing river
and I would know
this was the sweetest day.
If I were a forest,
I would be home.
For me.
And for all the lovely things.
It is the softest kiss
lingering within a dream.
A wish of the soul to be held.
Arms that lay bare.
Eyes on a wall.
It is quiet, it is searching
all around
for you,
my love,
for you.
And what if the day of you
arrives in my arms?
Will my soul shout
yes
I know it is you!
like it sweetly shouted
once before?
Will it be love, my love?
Will it be you?
This bliss springs from gratefulness.
The sweet garden of memories
we planted within
my heart.
Grip my body in darkness
and I will show you
your soul.
May the black of the air around us
swirl
with scarlet dreams
and indigo flight.
Take me to the fire.
Dance with me
in the spaces between
the flames.
Burn with me, into
the quiet
of everything pure.
Everything.
Perfectly
beautifully
us.
Under dim lights of orange,
whisper to me
darling,
of the places your soft touch
will sail me to
this night.
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