The Breath Of Dreams

 

When Autumn lingers in the heart

of leaves taken by the wind

and the cold reaches to the soul

it stirs the embers of smoldering fires,

that you thought had died so long ago

 

But spring never truly flees the mind

the spirit doesn’t forget

a scent of delicate flowers,

which once they grew inside

where a garden arose.

 

Though it died and you never imagine

another would be planted in its place

by night we still feel

the breath of dreams,

to feel that peace and beauty

only known by a touch.

 

How it gives life a magic

a pure and exquisite essence,

nothing can replace.

 

Though years may pass

between two embraces

inside there is no time,

just the revival of that incredible bliss

unlike anything else we know.

 

May the wedding day come for you

in all the blessings

this union can have

be the reality you’ve always wanted

in the harmony of two hands being one.