Softly
Gentle the touch of smooth brushing kisses
Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will
Tender the night of eye's hungered wishes
Calm are the hearts beating faster still
Warm is the breath that caresses the spaces
When love is the spring of time's winding clock
Tremors from fingers that leave trailed traces
Gives patience a key that opens love's lock
Lost in the moment where melding is King
Traveling in sync from rushes within
Paradise is found in flights without wing
Sacred, vulnerable rejoicing in
Time is in motion and time will stand still
Softly I'll come to you, Softly I will
This is the first poem I posted on poetry soup
it's now the first I've done with audio
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