as a breeze caresses
i think of her
and the words she wrote
'a crush on you'
in the quiet place of my backyard
the sunlight playing a shadow game
with the leaves
her hand holds mine
means more to me in this hour
than the words of scholars and
the laurels of the ivory towers
if i could return such simple and comforting love
if i could gift this woman with such
beauty as she has given me this hour
all these miles mean nothing
the hours and days just smoke and mirrors
feel me now holding you
in tender embrace
giving you my sweet what you have given me
simple true pure love
while the rest of the world
plays shadow games with the leavings