I love you as the moonbeams dust the whirlpool
with star-kissed twilight shadowed dreams.
Sudden breath that peaks, as particles of ice-felt air
Entices heart pulled strings caresses loves’ harps’
melodious instrument of dreams.
I love you as the morning dew sprinkles
o’er this meadow green,
Sun rays blessed as echoed all around are seen,
splendours of God’s gift of life to creatures, nature all.
I love the breath, the power love has
Sending misery woe crashing down
upon their bended knees, deflated, breathless.
I love you with each waking breath,
Such beauty deep within, for as with singular of sound
Heart-felt pounding can be heard
Gently caressing loves-filled soul
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2013