Spring Whisper

Soft, gentle lips
can't keep up with your beauty
a gentle breeze that rolls in with the morning sun
and exits sweetly as my tired eyes close
want to hold you close and forget the day
run through your fields
and listen to your soul
soft, gentle laugh
my youth is passing fast
yet our connection is marked by
sprouting lilacs and tiny daffodils
we share something special
an understanding of the stone
and the path entire
your soft whisper the gateway
to my freedom

©2005 Sean Muzzy