Lightly Touching

Lightly touching, endlessly
on the horizons of my soul
where all that can be known
is flying free

and stars reach out
just as your arms
so lovingly encircle me
conveying so much more
than words could ever say

Together then, we move
to just transcend the many moods
of endless nights
within a glow of golden light
that speaks in tenderness
of an infinity of bliss

Waiting now, for us to find
an ecstasy that lies in waiting
beyond the borders of the mind
where lightly touching, endlessly
our souls must come to meet
eternally . . .


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