Sitting here on velvet grasses
that grow upon the sheltered shore
where silently the water passes
at the entrance of the rivers,
My pen draws out the deep emotions
that dwell within the inner halls
drifting on in silent motions
icing tender skin with shivers.
Love letter traced on ancient parchment,
the pages made of memories,
bathed in soft but fragrant scent
like the flower of the air
Released on this enchanted evening
blown into the gentle breeze
float the miles with silent wing
to lay soft kisses on your hair.
march 2004