The process of my words profane

The poems I still breathe

The soothing silent masterpieces

Hanging on the breeze

That brushed me with your spirit

And left my head at ease

That woke me up and lifted me

To see a moment freeze



I still see you naked

In my naked eye

Underneath the honeysuckle

Naked summer sky

Far off dreams I lead with you

In other lives

That gently pass us by

We may never speak again

Or wonder why

You woke me up and lifted me

To see a moment freeze



It made me cry

The quiet waters by

And by