lazy sunday afternoon
chochlate covered berries
sun soaked raisins
warm tangerine juice on warmly kissed skin
how beautiful to be slipping by under the rushing sun like silk through your fingers.
speak softly, when you speak softly, oh how beautiful, when you speak softly
too soon, too soon, the afternoon passes when you are near.
when your breath touches my ear, cabernet colours stains the sky and all beneath.
fly me away and meet me on the other side.
dreams of you make me pass the night.
anoint my honey skin
lost in your heartbeats
your words lost in your sound
your sound lost in mine
mine i cannot even hear now
as the bird on the flowering branch, trills a song, hidden between the leaves and so all one sees is the flower which moves and the sound which moves it and know in our hearts the thought which makes the bird sings and brings the scene alive...intermingling the thought, the sound and the song...to make a memory.