Soft sigh~

Delicate waves of memory float through my mind’s eye  
hungry for the soft touch, light kiss, the inhale of essence.
 
Drifting inside the rhythm  of shared heat are forever etched in the burn of  
the heart.  Yet it’s the gentle breath…the eyes staring into mine, the soft sigh
that takes me there.
 
Paint with me a picture of golden light on fields of tall grass
and dew touching the delicate of our skin…kiss me before it dries.
 
Still frame these moments for the times you are lost in darkness.
The times that the dark side of the moon shadows your will.