Love came bearing
the gift of the moment,
the gaze of eternity
burning in her eyes.
~
In the timber of her voice
a candle burned,
its flickering light painting
the face of the night.
~
I am waiting for you
on the edge of the night,
my heart a candle stirred
by the silence of its light.
~
The words I write,
wisps of fire etched
into her fragrant breath
as it escapes her lips,
wisps of fire etching
the fragrance of her breath
into the moving skin of the world.
~
A brook running
amid her curves,
the waves of the sea
lapping her white shores,
I could touch her for all my life
and it will never be enough.
~
Better than poetry
we shared the silence
the sky makes at dawn,
and our hearts were filled
with a single prayer falling
from the radiant face of God.
Rooted in Love 