We touch with an air of silence,
A feeling warm, but none too cool.
Our skin can feel the brilliance
Of wading through this reflecting pool.
In the night we'll build a fire
And hang our clothes to dry.
Then let our feelings perspire
And embrace the morning sky.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
We touch with an air of silence,
A feeling warm, but none too cool.
Our skin can feel the brilliance
Of wading through this reflecting pool.
In the night we'll build a fire
And hang our clothes to dry.
Then let our feelings perspire
And embrace the morning sky.
