Those breathings of the softest hours turn
On golden leaves that fall away
Your kisses upon my neck will still burn
When heaven’s stars meet
The light of day
Half-awake, I still stand a breath apart
Remembering a budding flower
Lovely angel wings flutter in my heart
Recalling those sweet
Love filled hours
Among the things moving the waves along
Are my tender visions of your hands
A gentle grace with moves so strong
My ebb and flow
At your command
A dove’s wings sweep across this flaming blush
Spreading like the rising sun
Upon a chest of happiness a burst of rush
Softly hints of an eternity
Of two becoming one
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 11:01 PM UTC
Those breathings of the softest hours turn
On golden leaves that fall away
Your kisses upon my neck will still burn
When heaven’s stars meet
The light of day
Half-awake, I still stand a breath apart
Remembering a budding flower
Lovely angel wings flutter in my heart
Recalling those sweet
Love filled hours
Among the things moving the waves along
Are my tender visions of your hands
A gentle grace with moves so strong
My ebb and flow
At your command
A dove’s wings sweep across this flaming blush
Spreading like the rising sun
Upon a chest of happiness a burst of rush
Softly hints of an eternity
Of two becoming one
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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