Standing with hands upon your hips
Danger in the presence of your lips
A world contained in rumination
The measured warmth of your illumination
Still thrilled to find unexpected depth
In hidden words behind a catch of breath
Your eyes that speak of memories owned
And the thoughts that pass by us alone
A moment given, to walk in grace
reflected in tears that fall, this empty place
As shadow moves, between sun and dial
I am left with a wistful smile
Now I ask for things that only you may tell....
Say that I am forgiven, say that all is well
