~

may you hear words
that stir your senses;
may you know touch
on supple skin,
that fills your eyes,
not with pained
or bitter tears,
that make mascara run,
but with the yearning,
gentle rain that wakes
your soul to sing again;
and most of all,
may you know sight,
to see the blush
of sunset as
it slowly fades,
from molten rouge
to indigo of starry night,
and know the warmth
of lover’s arms
that hold your heart
’til morning light.

~

*post script.

to Melissa’s muse who inspired these words, thank you!