Reflections
The forest was ours—
The trees swayed in
Unison with our steps.
Our words became
Whispers in the wind.
The sun shared silver
Shafts of bright light
Through restless leaves
As you held my face
In your hands and
Tenderly kissed my eyes,
My cheeks, my lips.
I was cradled in the
Warmth of your love.
We reclined on a bed
Of leaves and shared our
Thoughts and dreams
For hours until we watched
The golden sun disappear
Into the twilight sky.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010
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