in the beginning
your smile stoodnext to the Sun
your whispers
floated in the breeze
your touch made
the pedals of a lily
envious
your heart beat
conducted the
grand symphony
time has quietly
gathered a cloudin the face of the Sun
the wind has whirled
separating young leaves
from their birth place
and the lilies have gone
into a nocturnal sleep
and still I am
sitting in the first seat
awaiting your batons
lead of my hearts beat
awww. sweet.
ReplyDeleteOh this is SO LOVELY. I'll bet it made her smile! I adore that your heart still sits in the first seats "waiting for your baton". Wonderful.
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