Monday, April 27, 2009

Touch of a feather

That sweet strange smell
That light I can’t tell
And words unspoken
With warmth are laden
And I still wonder
What made me fonder
Of that heart of hers
The light she shines in
The rivers within
That peace she brings
When she laughs and sings
Oh! Silence converse
Of whispering whims
And dreams take longer
The night will ponder
On sanity’s rims
To covet a verse
I hold on so dear
And joy rips a tear
From my beaten weather
She takes out the fear
Exiling the curse
With a touch of a feather

3 comments:

wondassista said...

nice...

Anonymous said...

You create a maelstrom of emotions... Thank you baby!

Anonymous said...

The best part of me is You!
I will never say it enough!