tickle my limbs with sadness and wonder

while the screams of the flowers turn into thunder

and the chill of the morning leaves me remembering

the thrill of the silk and soft amber webbing

that drifts and teases to fondle with time

my inner most thoughts caressing my mind

to handle with care to dampen my lips

the cross that I bear when I suddenly wish

to be near you once again

 

Free my expression with smile and sorrow

hear my confession while I weep for tomorrow

and dream of pleasantries while I am aware

of the passing of time and the warm brutal stare

of the hard rising sun and the flickering breeze

the soft gentle song of the birds in the trees

the jumping and quickening of the heart in my breast

as I think of awakening you from your motionless rest

to be near you once again