woundedheart

Midnight Vigil

With finger tips

tracing out each delicious line

and each

perfect imperfection of her delicate features

as she sleeps 

inhaling second hand her hopes and dreams

wishing to walk bare footed through the sands of sleep

and dive willingly

into the depths of her eyes

to drown in her tears

to drink of her sorrow and imbibe of her joy

to lay my hand

upon her gentle breast 

to feel her heart and share with her its beating 

sealing our love with a single kiss

and again

I return to my...

 

midnight vigil