His gaze earnest. searching,
His hands gently caressing mine,
like morning dew upon the September grass..
He spoke to me in the quiet whisper
of a sofly blowing steady breeze,
As the sun came up, and brought to life
lazy stretching branches on the trees..
then beckoned me, with a smile,
Come be with me, is all I heard,
though in reality..
Not a single word,
Like a song,, a whisper in the wind..
Saying come be with me..
let us please begin..
And so I followed,
succumed to everything that was
And all that was meant to be..
And in that moment ,
I was set free.