Softly ...

                       ... silence is speaking, no need for voices,
 

                            lost realities fade far behind,
 

                            come, put your head into my warm lap,
 

                            I cradle this minute's secret delight;
 

                           stillness is healing, no need for noises
 

                           lying in musing's fragrant green grass,
 

                           resting my kiss on your hot stubborn lips,
 

                           loosing myself in your deep brown eyes;

 

                           through our soft dreams' rippling golden streams
 

                           I feel your presence and you feel mine.