un souffle des cheveux loin

There's a moonbeam on your shoulder.....

I watch the fingers of my mind,
touch you softly,
caressing
there's a little boy in your temples,
greying
and a sanctuary found in your heart,
beating

a breath away
 
Poet,
I love the strength of your lines
as you carry me across the threshold of ecstasy
like mountains, walking
sepia dreams
mute with a wilderness, wide
clouds in our eyes
falling
like rain,
filling
seas of discovery.

Uncharted islands, just a hair's breath away.