You rode in like a whisper 
on the warm summer wind, 
and the music of my heartbeat 
echoed in my ears 
like a million churchbells 
pealing through the hills. 

Your touch made me tremble 
like leaves upon the silver birch 
and like a tiny humming bird 
can reach the deepest nectar in the flower 
You reached, with eyes of softest blue 
into the very corners of my heart. 

Your hands held the missing pieces 
that melted two souls into one 
secured with the most precious memories 
so as a shadow fades away in light of day 
to lengthen once again approaching dusk 
you are never far away upon the breeze. 



                        may 2002
                                ŠJanet Reid




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