Magic

Magic

Softer than a morning breeze
her lips caress my cheek
the scent of her so full and near
leaves me warm and weak

silken hair like summer rain
cascades around her face
eyes bluer than a bright lagoon
yet deep as distant space

gaze at mine with honest love
and I am deeply filled
with ecstacy so wild and free
it never can be stilled

we lie upon the new mown hay
entangled in our dreams
the August sky rolls by above
like ocean waves, it seems

I brush angelic lips with mine
and whisper softly now
words to tell her how I feel
but they seem trite somehow

she smiles at me and I am lost
in awe and bliss divine
for in that smile the truth shines clear
that she is really mine

C. Lon R. Bruso