| . . In between the moments when the second hand will rest, your world will stop its spinning so that time may take a breath. As the dragon's wings stop pumping the air from underneath, it glides amongst the skyline to find the landing which it seeks. A butterfly will light upon a single garden rose and in the stillness beckon thee as its wings dance to and fro. In between the heartbeats, the rhythm of your chest will rise and fall in harmony, making love a perfect test. In dreams, I feel your warmth at night, trace the outline of your smile, I may never touch your supple lips, your heart is more my style. Fate's a patient leopard love, a gentle breeze life is just a lock we hold, our hopes, the final key. In between the teardrops, when your world seems torn apart, just close your eyes and think of me I’ll be the warm place in your heart. …. |