In The Palm Of Your Hand
Time whirls a season with a burst of wind that bellows through trees and dry autumn leaves to fade in the twilight of your tears and merge with the horizons of your soul in alliance with all your dreams yet to come. I have heard your voice reflected in shadows with words that flow like colors on canvas echo in my ears like soft violins of care, need, compassion and desire that ride on the sea of your longings. Your love breaks the silence of distance and I feel the warm wind wrap me in velvet with the harmony of heaven and earth. Joy is not the road taken in the past but the love that we pave for the future. As day bows to a heavenly night sky I feel your thoughts from a soft gentle smile as I listen to your dreams penned with sound from your voice that emanates striking waves and lightning flashes that kindle a fire. It is then you hold me in the palm of your hand.