i could get lost
in the sound of your voice
lost in the song that you sing
lost in the dance of my heart
once again starting to dream…
i could grow younger
in the sound of your beckoning
younger in arms that embrace
younger in seasons of loving
in summers that never do fade
i could climb over obstacles
in the sound of your encouragement
climb heights making visions so clear
climb together in awakening splendor
if only, my love, you stay near….
Daithi
Although I am not “in love” with any woman…nor is this addressed to any one woman, i wrote this after listening to Java Girl read Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 (http://www.landofblogging.wordpress.com). Somehow, it has inspired me to…this.
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