Whispering Softly Winds
Eleven am half
mast the moon smiling warmly
three o clock sharing
The sky with the sun
good morning these eyes fill up
with warm flooding tears
Flooding rain down from
deepest valley a blessing
of pure beauty love
Good morning sweetly
lips sweeping golden kisses
summer light of life
Cool rising warmly
before one's eyes a vision
beholding beauty
One deep dove moment
in thought babe you flashed across
this soul living free
Pure living this dream
memory forever takes
hold off, one warm breath
Sharing a vision looking into the sky so beautiful both so clear wow i thought love does really open the eyes wow again i am beginning to see everything so different purer in ways i never saw before
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
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