Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Treasured Love

In the quiet time of evening 
Everything has stopped singing.
Gazing through my window,
Wondering where you are
Knowing your thinking of me.

The nights eye
Watches the empty streets,
As the air becomes fumed with peace.
Silence rings its chimes. 
Nothing stirs or rustles. 

Only sounds of my head.
Play smooth and gentle.
Smiling of thoughts of you,
Cover me like a warm sun
I close the windows of my soul
And begin to breathe
Slower and slower.
Deeper and Deeper I sleep.
Awaiting in my dreams
For you to come
Hold my hand.
Till the end of the night.

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