The Woven Letter

Chilled nights anxiously swept away
holding hope as daunting eyes dance alone
 
brushed strokes of silence escape
hearts flutter in anticipation  words
aloft  floating on solemn wings
indulging in  free flight fantasy
amongst where angels do sing
 
pressed parchment lain longs to be
read    under mysterious glow
radiant notes   piously resound
peering stoically in ardent spirit  
 
tense the quiet hour plays on
minds drift off to bountiful fields
yielding precious daisies    sway
happily  in the gentle breeze
 
amber strokes of lovely lift
doleful doubt and helplessness
aside  unearthing jubilation
yearning for this never ending dream