Rivers flow
with wind to carry song,
leading me deep
into your paradise.
Intoxicating beauty
towering, overwhelming
protecting me from
the outside world.
Your strong arms reach to hold me,
begging me to stay
just a little longer.
the thought of having to leave,
makes me want to cry out loud
yet, the sound of anguish never leaves
my lips,
for you soothe me with your
sweet voice, and quiet
reassurance,
that you will be here
waiting for my return.
And,
you know that I will . . .
(c) 1999-2000 Dawn |
