Teardrops On the Sand

Darkness is like a cloud sailing across the stormy sky:

When a roaring blaze caught my eyes.

Wondering memories remined on my mind, when your lips touched mine.

A love that seeks the morning dew.

Tender touches of your loving heart.

Memories do we know: only a very few.

A connection would crest my skin anew.

Did tears dance in my eyes, or was it love sleeping on a vine?