You
I wake, and see your smile, as early dawn
removes the shadowed sleep from out my eyes:
I turn, and in my longing, glance towards
the echoed memories of love, realising
that moments, such as these we share,
will stay forever, printed on my mind.
The sunlight shafts across the morning dew,
To softly echo words, that I love you.
I dream, and in the reaches of my dreams I see
the hopes of life, that lie ensnared
within the ever-rolling surf upon the shore.
I hear the soft caressing whisper of your voice
as word fall constantly, carelessly, around my head,
to lie in wild confusion in my heart.
The sunlight shafts across the morning dew,
To softly echo words, that I love you.
I sleep, and far within the gold of sleeping hours,
memories of every day are magnified; long
days of sunshine, stretched on silvered sands,
where dreams are made, whilst day lasts.
Then I awake, see your smile, and early dawn
removes the shadowed sleep from out my eyes.
The sunlight shafts across the morning dew,
To softly echo words, that I love you.
© Colin Gordon-Farleigh 2006
I wake, and see your smile, as early dawn
removes the shadowed sleep from out my eyes:
I turn, and in my longing, glance towards
the echoed memories of love, realising
that moments, such as these we share,
will stay forever, printed on my mind.
The sunlight shafts across the morning dew,
To softly echo words, that I love you.
I dream, and in the reaches of my dreams I see
the hopes of life, that lie ensnared
within the ever-rolling surf upon the shore.
I hear the soft caressing whisper of your voice
as word fall constantly, carelessly, around my head,
to lie in wild confusion in my heart.
The sunlight shafts across the morning dew,
To softly echo words, that I love you.
I sleep, and far within the gold of sleeping hours,
memories of every day are magnified; long
days of sunshine, stretched on silvered sands,
where dreams are made, whilst day lasts.
Then I awake, see your smile, and early dawn
removes the shadowed sleep from out my eyes.
The sunlight shafts across the morning dew,
To softly echo words, that I love you.
© Colin Gordon-Farleigh 2006
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