It Is Love

It is in your eyes. 
It is a place like none other; 
a place once only imagined, 
but when I look into your eyes, 
always, I see it there, 
and there I float effortlessly 
like a bird upon the wind.
 
It is a place where time has no meaning 
and gravity does not exist; 
where music plays silently 
strummed on heart-strings 
accompanied by 
a chorus of breath angels. 

It is a place I will never forget, 
even when I am far from you, 
and the peaceful shores where it resides 
are but a memory 
I am still there, 
for I carry it with me with ease. 
It is Love.



march 2002