Breathless
I feel the heart of your love
It captures me like a soft breeze
Wisks me away into perfect harmony
True and Pure

Emotional
For the love that you give to me
With your arms opened wide
I feel alive
With your kind of love, I am satisfied

Grateful
For all that you have given me
When I was blind to so many things
You lifted me up out of darkness
You, set me free

I'm forever, oh Lord, thankful
For your many blessings

Amen


(uwc)  by: Zenobia Lee/LadyZ710

Somewhere new, paradise
I find myself, a longinly
Awaited moment. Your face
Has its strength
In your gentle touch is passion
Which encompasses me, that
I cannot contain, because
It's all around me.

I do not know what is is
About you that ebbs and flows
Only that something in me understand the tides,
The love in your voice pull me in,
Then wisks me away to the horizon
The touch as faint
As a breeze, yet as strong as 
The tides pulling sand beneath my feet
Lingering like the aroma of coastal air

Trees bend beneath the lazy wind strokes,
Snow flakes twinkling in the twilight glow,
Spring was near, but winter awoke
Destined t'was the phantom Snow

He lay his head along the grassy lands
In frosty, bitten slumber
He wisks away summers lush with his hands
And briskly sits upon his throne of December

Oh phantom Snow with his long iridescent strands of silken hair
And eyes fairest of blue
No woman, man, nor God compares
To the beauty that is you

He chuckles amused by words of flattery
Hubris in his winter might
"Allow me, to show thee,
A wicked snowy sight!"

He rose tall and sharp with an icy glare
And stepped down from his throne
He didn't see his brother Summer there
Awaiting to steal his home

"I am the king of the lands,
My winds blow near and far
Give me thy mortal hand
And I'll show you the winter stars"

In laughter the mortal took his hand
Chills slithering down her spine
Summer cackled, everything had gone according to plan
"Alas the throne is mine!"

Snow stepped out side with a grin in place
His heart still cold as ice
The mortal girl with a pretty face
Was now his to entice

The mountains of snow impressive in size
Dripped from dawning heat
Snow spun from the girl as he realized
That Summer stole the defeat

Summer grinned at his brother with an awful sting
Knowing what he had stole
Little did he know his little brother Spring
Was waiting for his plan to unfold

Even though we view film through digital waves
And seldom we listen to sounds from our phones
Not because of origins lost, nor are they a
preference
but convenience is certain.

     The artwork on a hardback, the crave and feel and smell and print of words on an actual page. All combine a vehicle to drive a paper filled book.

     That circular rotation after the needle drops and scratches the vinyl. How the air wisks on a linear circumferential spin, and the volume on zero still has an audio track with an ear on top.

      Feeling the wooden pencil in the grip of our hands as each word is thought and erased and the faint smear of the leads dismissal or scribbled out, leaving proof of another thought made better or changed and not eradicated from existence as it would backspacing an android tablet device.

These are what make us and glue us and keep us similar and drawn to each other. Not the former first two. But the latter 3 that make us and define us, you and I. Analog people.