Words fail to define the eternity in your eyes
I hold your heart in my hands, bright as sunlight
Dreams live on your lips, your voice is honey and lavender
You dance
A pirouette that falters and then rises in my soul
Meadowlarks sing your praises
Dewdrops reflect your smile and I sigh, fulfilled.
I live in this moment
One stolen kiss
A sunbeam on a barn door
Grass as a pillow
A broken lullaby and then laughter
Sunken ships revered her smile
Immortal youth in the sheen of her hair
She glides into memories on a silken whisper
Sullen at first and then a ray of light
She burns
Dare we fly or do we do wonders on the ground?
Shall we heighten ourselves to aspirations beyond the clouds?
Do we dare to dream of brightness on our brow, or our hands performing tomorrow’s memories?
We utter the words we want to hear
We rise and bruise our doubt
This is now
You are the beautiful present
Glory in your eyes
While we wait, we are ourselves
Warriors and kings behind us
Head held high
Indefinite
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