Her light
falls
so
softly
over me,
gliding
silently
into the corners of night.
Her song
tickles
the many doors to my soul, to again
let slip a yearning
long forgot.
a desire to know,
deep,
deep,
deep
within me, truth,
and feeling:
like the welcome touch of the cool morning breeze upon these soft waiting lips.
like the innocent laughing delight of a butterfly's kiss.
to experience the wonder, and
the beauty, and the
love,
once more.
lunacy
