Sunday, June 22, 2008

My Senses

I feel the calm and gentle breeze

lightly brush my skin with ease


I see the rising full moon glow

as it begins its' evening show


I hear the rustling of the tree

as I sit beneath on bended knee


I smell the fresh cut blades of grass

and watch the billowing clouds that pass


I taste the salt from tear stained skin

as I yearn to feel true love from him