(When You’re) Whirling



So silent atop such mountains
So quiet beneath such skies
So painted the palette of rainbows
So grounded amidst such highs

You, the gold tips on the waves
You are spring mist waterfalls
You are desert sand shimmers
You, the reason my heartbeat stalls

Your sweetness shames the springtime rains
Your eyes outshine the full moon’s might
Your smile shuns the summer sun
Your kisses ignite the darkest night

And yet I catch that glint of dare
And caverns echo warnings
And dreams derail my flannel nights
And make my moods in mornings

Will you welcome my wonderful warmth?
Will you let my love come through?
Will you thrill to taste my touch?
(Will is still a wall in you)

Can you handle love’s tornado?
Can your soul surprise?
Can my million mysteries
Open up your eyes?



Don L. Waddell, 1998