Tender night streams in through open window.
Cool air and calm lay subtle kiss and soft
embrace of hope on skin, gift quiet thought and
dream with moments yet untouched by time
Would your touch, when you at last find me,
drifting in soft breezes and night scents,
be gentle, would your breath allow me mine?
It’s time to wake, will you kiss me now?
*image: Jim Crompton
