Stillness

Oh that you would afford me a kiss of your tenderness still
for those times that rustling of leaves distructed us, movement at will..
I bring you a warm cup of tea as we ramain silent, away from every lie
your wispers still in my ear, charished, and the world passing bye...the bye .

For all the times we could not see warm water sliding down that warm stone
rinsting every dark intent on this from the cradle of the world arosen continent,
                                                                                                years bygone
I bid you a greeting, a heartbeat, a sigh
away from their world with 'blood out of a stone'...

I Love You