When we can rest our body, our mind, our soul,
if we know
we have a true depth of love,
a sweet memory,
a visual affirmation,
a private notion that suggests
we do hold on to our important ties.
We could have a certain peace,
a joyful breath of fresh love,
when we can know our lives are mixed
inside a mosaic of splendor,
created within absolute mystique,
the sort of thing we dream about,
suddenly evolves toward a genuine compassion
She is that sweet air,
the breath of a lovely winter morning,
when finally we do here,
know there is beauty in the soft snow,
we did play together in smiles,
while the blanketed love covered the ground,
and we felt it soothe our soul in unison.
While the world might continue in a routine
I do know there is truth in hearing a calming scene.