Sunday, January 22, 2012

Crystal Stairways

My love is the evening breeze touching your skin,
the gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind.
The whisper
that calls after you in the night
and kisses your ear in the early light.

I watched the empty road behind you
as you faded into the early traffic
I felt your eyes touched
in the tender afternoon
when you graced the door in the early night moon.

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