Slim fingers Running through silken strands of bronze Gentle Careful Loving Light dancing To the gravel tone Of your soft voice Moving this way and that As my heart beats Like the flicker of candlelight
Dreams of lazy sundays Warm in my nest of cotton Close Steady mind Alive Present in the moment Safe, as though this were my home Soft lips Light breathing Like feathers tickling my skin
You lay Heavy like the weight of my heart Still Smiling Tranquil As I sink lower into these clouds Lower, lower, back to Earth Reality drops As I breathe out
written while the album Trouble by Ray Lamontagne played in the background...