In the breeze, I can feel your heart as the beat rides a gentle rhythm,
Dust the dreams from your eyes. Let me capture the beauty of them.
Neath the shadows when dawn holds the secret of the eyes,
A moment. Only a moment I can see before the sunrise.
To soothe thy rest on sunlight’s golden pillow of love,
Should you wish the tears away never to linger long enough.
Arms. As I feel your arms comfort in silence held gently,
Captured by a moment I wish not to break free.
The feel of love, an echo of a tender moment I take,
The feel of hope, strength, drowning out passed heartache.
The feel of things to come as life fills my breath so intense,
Such light, glow from angel’s wing. That could only make sense.
A soft breath, I feel the mist from of a tender kiss upon my cheek,
The words of love that only your eyes can speak.
No words need be said from the hearts steady beat it comes,
As the stars and the moon sing you show me a great love.
© Cynthia Clark