Falling From the Clouds

When the sky before dawn began to burn into one flower of a night beyond pearl petals blossom satin white dressed Where twilight turns within dreams locked precious gently placing a whisper blowing softly peace upon the breathless breeze returning echoes haunt Whistling clear cut diamond etched it was there born that the moon smiled delighted as a vision of your love Entered through salt wrapped sweetly in the cradle held Unrhymed tersets