Soliloquy

I like the way you come to me

So far away and yet so near

You whisper soft against my ear

A winter-night soliloquy

I like the fire in your eye

The way you look, just standing there

Etched tender on the frost-keened air

You warm the dark with summer’s sigh

I like the way time cannot steal

The fellowship of memories

Where you and I like midnight’s breeze

Dance soft and slow on winter’s field

I like the way you touch me, dear

The silence would be crass and cold

But for the echoes that unfold

In white moonlight against my ear

© Janet~