I know whereof I speak
in moments when my mind would seek
the spirits of your prose;
In this beautiful hour
when a rose blooms under the raw dew and morning light
when a butterfly is set free to fly with the wind
A sweet reflection whispers of your presence
entailing me to come to you
That I may hold your hand and simply be near you…
No need to unravel what’s not been spoken
For here in my thoughts, in my arms you will lay.
We’ll revel in the paradise of words
built by the love you have had for this world,
And whether you stay or sail away
I am held by the truth
That my heart is undeniably yours.