The sound of my name
is different from the lips of a lover
like each syllable said
is a new sound to discover
the word floats softly
and lingers with a lofty hover
they penetrate my chest
and over my heart they cover
The sight of my world
has been restored to all light
what was once monotone drab
now shines with a color so bright
she is the steady sunshine
inside the darkest of night
and if I were struck blind
I know she would be my sight
The taste of the air
is different now with her here
it is the roses and dandelions
meeting my palette so clear
like the fever of spring
even when the winter is near
it is the taste of adventure
in the absence of fear
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 5:47 AM UTC
The sound of my name
is different from the lips of a lover
like each syllable said
is a new sound to discover
the word floats softly
and lingers with a lofty hover
they penetrate my chest
and over my heart they cover
The sight of my world
has been restored to all light
what was once monotone drab
now shines with a color so bright
she is the steady sunshine
inside the darkest of night
and if I were struck blind
I know she would be my sight
The taste of the air
is different now with her here
it is the roses and dandelions
meeting my palette so clear
like the fever of spring
even when the winter is near
it is the taste of adventure
in the absence of fear