The breeze is cool on my neck
The water is clear as it falls
In a pool below my feet
Like a knight with broad shoulders
Dark skinned eyes that gleam
Through the mist he appears
To take my hand and guide me
The warmth from his hand
Hits me like waves that cause me to shiver
I take a moment to quiet my thoughts
Keeping them holy
My heart always misses a beat when he is near
Through the mist we escape,
lost in time and space.
(c) 2010 Lela Jefferson
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