Song For...
Song For...
By Saint Tuesday
This waking dream walks out from morning’s mist.
Soft warm Southern breeze.
Smell of honeysuckle in the air.
The memory of a kiss on my cheek that never has been.
A wish for wanting deep in my soul.
Can you love from the sky’s great depth?
Tears for visions that may yet come to pass.
Innocent and new.
Will you exchange a smile for a kiss?
Passions song from words written not heard.
Hearts can touch when hands can’t reach.
Love closes Earths great span and builds a bridge that we may cross.
To meet together to whisper secrets, touch, and caress.
Perhaps one day to share a kiss.
By Saint Tuesday
This waking dream walks out from morning’s mist.
Soft warm Southern breeze.
Smell of honeysuckle in the air.
The memory of a kiss on my cheek that never has been.
A wish for wanting deep in my soul.
Can you love from the sky’s great depth?
Tears for visions that may yet come to pass.
Innocent and new.
Will you exchange a smile for a kiss?
Passions song from words written not heard.
Hearts can touch when hands can’t reach.
Love closes Earths great span and builds a bridge that we may cross.
To meet together to whisper secrets, touch, and caress.
Perhaps one day to share a kiss.
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Oh.....sweetheart...that was beautiful! Do you realize you first contacted me on the 2nd or 3rd? Our first MySpace email exchange was on June 3rd! I was thinking as I read this that this poem almost read like a prayer.
Well....all I can say is...I know you're an answer to my prayers!
Posted by
Erin McRaven |
Friday, June 27, 2008 at 3:53:00 PM PDT