vulnerable sighs seem
like an effort to love
always too brief
intimate and fragile as dragonfly wings
familiar and fleeting as feathers in the wind
hopeful like mist in the morning
slight like a soft snow sifting
heavenly
like
peaceful sides of
stillness
tender in comfort
like a velvety
voice enchanted
like a breeze rustles leaves in the aspens
turning to pure silver
as if someone ancient
like silk brushing along the skin
caressing
a gentle song in your mind
an effort to love
seems to me
to be
like vulnerable sighs
It is a pleasure to read your
It is a pleasure to read your work