crisp on the cool autumn air,
that first told me of my love
for her.
It was the way that I looked
at the slowly wondering clouds above me,
and how the sky seemed to fill with
images of her that I knew.
How I could hear the sound of her singing,
gently in the distance, in the way the water
went lightly skipping through the rocks.
Fleeting, but ever present, as in the way
the thought of her so often went skipping
through my mind, and across my heart.
I could no longer deny, nor ignore my feelings,
for when I found that as darkness surronded me
I longed that the night were her arms.
Arms that wrapped tightly around me,
holding me, loosing me deep within
volumes of beauty and silent wonderment.
Were she to be the moon
that I could look towards the heavens
to find her in her rightful place.
So silently set among such other lights
as to seem a Goddess, often changing but
ever vigilant in her watch over my world.
Were she to be the air
to breathe with such deep longing
the sweet flavor of her breath
Knowing that she was all around me,
wanting to hold her tightly within me
till the love of having her consumed me.
If she knew she were such things to me
would she understand, I have such an
enemy within my own fear...