The Warmth of Thee

You look at me so tenderly
just as our eyes reach out and greet
the light arising from two hearts
that love the chill
of autumn morns away

You touch me
and the world revolves again
feeling its way
through all time and space
for this warmth flows through
to touch the core of all that is
that simply asks for more

and I cannot help but smile
for memory is growing now
within each moment of our days
as silently, we live
this dream come true
as dusk falls early, singing sleep
into a state of wakefulness

and shades of gold and blue
with white light streaking through
the deepest shades of ebony and indigo
impress all life with this
remembering of love and bliss
held now and through eternity
within the warmth of thee . . .


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