There are times
when a window opens
to my soul
To let the Beauty in

And bright shining rays
of golden sunlight
warm my spirit in the
misty morning glow

And the fragrance of
fields of flowers
fills me

And I breathe it in,
gently, slowly, deeply
into my innermost
heart.

And I wait, breathless, in the
quiet, haunting stillness
of the dawning light.

And a gentle breeze
slips in through the window
and whispers to my soul.

And I Remember.

And it brings me peace.

		


            by Adam Love © 2006