To have known the kiss of the summers�?sun,

then to live forever in a winters�?day.

To be touched...caressed by the softest silk,

and to feel the cold as it slips away.

~~~~~

My hands reach high to the passing clouds,

yet, to catch one...would it take me...where?

My heart beats out to hail a breeze,

so together, we may journey there.

~~~~~

To a place concealed, from the eyes of life,

wisping sillouettes in a pastel hew.

No sharpened shadows, of a time I’m leaving,

hear the gentle callings ...of my love....of you.

 

 

(c) Zydha Hart  2003