The Meeting Of Souls
by Benjamin Duane Sunderland
It's a quarter past the midnight hour
when quietness prevails
and my soul takes to winged flight
beyond sleep's misty veils
It seeks the open arms of one
who's love is ever true
and dances till the morning sun
takes the sky anew
Refreshed and revived I then awake
a smile spread on my face
I ready my day, but then I take
my dreams of love's embrace
And my days are filled with your smiles
even though you are not here
for our souls have touched across the miles
and I hold those moments dear
No comments:
Post a Comment