Above clouds

clouds-dreams

I see the gentle
light of my dreams sitting on
an ocean of clouds

across the prairie

with a gentle breath
the wind peacefully herds clouds
across the prairie

no sweeter sound have
I heard or gentle touch felt
than an ocean breeze

with chirping trees and
gently fluttering petals
spring arrives at last

a gentle cool breeze
accompanies the sunset
deep into my dreams

Be gentle my beating heart
Let not love with ease depart
Soft and gently hold me tight
In your arms to find delight

In your eyes, my soul is wrapped
In your smile, all joy is trapped
Please take time to look at me
Light the flame and set love free

Be gentle, oh swaying wind
Of my love, do not rescind
In your hands my fate I place
Plant a kiss upon my face

Kiss me gently on my lips
Let not time, my joy eclipse
Filled with tears my eyes do swell
In your heart, I seek to dwell

All this love is mine to give
Without love, I could not live
Draw your heart now close to mine
In my beat, true love you’ll find

when eyes speak of love
a gentle kiss will say more
than a string of words

Have you seen the light above,
how it shines so bright,
against the blackness of the night?

Though it pales compared to day,
in the night it makes a great display.

The moon I love,
high above,
is a gentle, caring moon.

To the children of the forest,
it never really comes too soon.

By bringing light to utter darkness,
shadows into play,
it brings pure magic some would say.

Mirror of the sun.
Force of wonder.

We the children of the sun,
who fear the night,
welcome your illumination.

Symbol of grace and clarity
always be the moon I love
and forever shine on me.

J M Lysun