beneath the blushing sun

Your love never whispered
From the mountain top
It echoed down each valley
And caressed my soul

When the morning blushed
It's crisp crimson hair
Across vast and naked lands

I felt the warmth
Of your hands

you entered a world
a space in my heart
untouched
before created

Fate with ears and open eyes
Dwelling wet flames
a saturated love

That cast no shadow
or sorrowful tear
year after year
From above

I still hear the sounds
in the depths
of this empty space

and when I close my eyes
your hands of warmth
are upon my saddened face

and I smile once again

becaming each echo
year after year I am here

waiting for that whisper
that no other love
can hear

trapped within a landscape
of a long forgotten tear
Beneath the blushing sun

You are the only one.

nardine Sanderson 20/12/2015.