In the space between moments
Amber deeply emblazons an emerald vision,
Autumn brilliance painted upon the breeze.
Beauty dances with the early morning sun,
Flooding through dark, jewel toned leaves.
Boundless skies are feathered creamy white,
As fingertips of blue touch this vast meadow.
By your side I embrace the perfect sight,
And nurtured by our touch, true love does grow.
The flight of time seems so distant here,
Almost as if for us, the world has stilled.
I feel so complete when you hold me near,
A glance into your eyes and my soul is filled.
If love were a vision, it surely must be this,
Amber softly brushed upon deep emerald leaves.
Upon my soul, you have left your tender kiss,
And now my heart dances upon the painted breeze.
Mockery is a form of ignorance; silence, a form of wisdom. -- Daniel L. Miller