Golden leaves of the Sakoyah tree tricke to the silver grass on which we stand. I feel a cold chill and I picture you there, sitting on this most Holy land. Sitting there, sitting upon a hill. I tell my heart thats quickly being to go still. The leaves tumble past your ebony locks of hair, trapped in your thick lashes. That look you give me sends chills down my broken spine, the usual cold flashes. Your welcoming arms welcome me, the lonely, into your warm invite. So fine those wonderous eyes that entrap me, holding me still in their bright light.
Blessed I feel to meet you in our usual place. Blessed I feel to hold my hands against your face. Under our Sakoyah tree, each brance a soothing memory. To me, you see, you'll always be the one I meet under our tree. In these hallowed trees, each branch, each leaf. Lives on the feeling of you and me, living so happily. And in one wink, it seems, this world of ours that we so cherish. Vanishes into the depts of sleep, gone into the depths of memory's perish.
I wrote this for Carolyn D. on November 14th, 2003, between 9:45 and 10 AM.
posted by: EvEgurl (reply)
post date: 03.20.04 (6:50 am)
awww :) r u in love???
posted by: EvEgurl (reply)
post date: 03.20.04 (6:52 am)
and like i said in tblurt i LOVE ur header :) so uplifting!
posted by: lefty201 (reply)
post date: 03.20.04 (12:28 pm)
