The dying embers of a fire,
Throw your outlines in sharp relief.
Gusts of wind play with your hair,
As I watch silently,
Unwilling even to blink.

Your play of words assaults my senses,
And I am unable to respond.
Listening to you,
...

Tendrils of Love, soft tenderness, I am lost in an avalanche of feelings. A blind man weeps, flashes of color erupt, My heart is a volcano sprouting Love. I feel, yes I feel, I feel the love all around, I know the feeling is mutual, But yet the blind man cries out, Even though the colors form a...