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