Why
Why does the faintest whisper of midnight’s breath
Wash across my heart like a soft caress;
And the sound of morning waking
In a silent hush
Feel like the touch of your fingers?
Why does the sun, the moon and the stars,
And the grass and the trees
Sing your name
As the wind whistles and the waves crash
And the whales sing?
Why does the morning dew on a velvet petal
Taste like the sweet of your kiss,
And the curl of the warm spring breeze
Wrap me in the tender touch
Of your embrace?
When you hold me close,
It’s like it’s meant to be,
We had no control of our destiny
Like a rose blossoming in the early morning sun
It can’t help itself
It just is
february 2008
collab
Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Christine
Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Dawn
