in the sense
of seasons
there is a rhythm
a music of mystery
in the wonder of new light
in the gold wing reflection
of a setting sun
in summer blaze
or winter still
hear the promise of blossoms new
to the gentle fall of autumn leaves
I feel the dance of the wind through my hair
and in the night
and in the clear
I listen to a moment dear
a kiss upon my eyes
a path in a dream
flowing through my senses
and in this season
as I sleep
under whispers of the stars
my love unfolds
to her touch
across the sea of moon
to a place in the soul
that guides my heart
to her, my love
copyright 2013 Robin Amaral