Friday, August 13, 2010

In the silence of our solace.

As the light hits your face
All I think, this is grace. This is grace.
I am captivated.
Cocooned in your beauty.
In your smile. Your laugh.
Time passes but my hands don’t see it.
Don’t feel it.
All they feel is you.
You’ll softly graze my cheek.
I’ll chuckle.
I’ll patiently extend my fingers.
I’ll cradle you.
For you are delicate.
I’ll breathe you in.
For you are air.
As the light hits your face.
All I think.
This is grace.

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