With you there is no control
merely a cool exterior that hides
the one who dares to dream
of willow trees and swaying happiness
of a connection and pure intentions that seem….
to touch me in places unknown before
the hide away corners I thought to be locked
and buried under countless moments of control.
Here you move me like a morning wind
like the ocean tides that continue to roll….
with eb and flows that contain beauty
in every gentle swell and brutal break
With you time itself moves with grace
and is marked with a surging lightness of being
that will forever leave a powerful trace….
of feeling delicate as silk
yet stronger than any storm
with you there is no norm…