Sounds From Your Lips

There’s a face in all my meditations
There’s a price for hungry eyes

A wandering imagination

Needs a place to rest for the night

In six degrees of separation

I’ve been with you hundreds of times
Lonely days are far behind us

Dance the page of whispers and rhymes

Bare feet, kind eyes honey drips

Red wine rivers sway your hips
Wet and sandy
Words like candy
Sound from your lips

Prepare yourself for the colder winds
A fire place in an aching heart

Love as ancient as sun and moon

I hope someday soon we will start