the most precious are the memories
the memories of her special way
the way she would bend the light
the light around my heart
silhouettes
watching her bow
before a flower
and I
the sun streaming through her hair
as the rays touched her smile
her spirit at graceful ease
arching into the prelude
of an endless summer night
and we lay upon our bed
composing our gentle song
of wildflowers
a meadow
and a moonrise
this melody of love
Copyright © 2013 Robin Amaral