Silver drops, topaz dreams
sift through
the moon-flower embrace
of time and time again.

The soft steps of my heart
echo through the drift and swell
of Love's sea-washed tide.
To the shore and back
this ocean of roses drifts
upon the frothy waves
of sun-kissed lips.

O, the dew that drops;
and yet lingers still
when night has come to bed.
What voyages this heart has taken
when embraced upon arms
strong and silenced
that hold and grasp
through tempest-tossed seas.


The romance of two entwined
sung into the dusky dawn
while the hearts live
in silver drops, topaz dreams
longing for more moon-flower embraces
in the time and time again of forever.