If words can speak to the human heart <br />then these <br />are aimed at yours. <br /> <br />If time can convey <br />soul stirrings profound <br />then these are its rustlings. <br /> <br />If you can kiss my soul <br />then please commence <br />and I will wander through <br />life's playing cards <br />and die knowing happiness. <br /> <br /> <br />I'll take these offerings <br />of yours <br />as life's true sacraments <br />and drape them across this <br />quivering heart <br />bathed in gratefulness. <br /> <br />Such gifts are diamond faceted <br />because you have given them <br />almost invisibly <br />rising as they do <br />from that deep well <br />of a heart spent <br />giving <br />rather than receiving. <br /> <br />Lay me down at Love's Feet <br />gentle me <br />with sentiments; <br />pair me <br />with just one kiss <br />from that sweet mouth of yours <br />and I'll bequeath you with <br />sugar promises <br />to keep <br />now and forever more. <br /> <br />Take my opened hand; <br />clutch it tight <br />as we spread our wings <br />across the arching sky <br />creating a new constellation; <br />New Love soaring, <br />getting born, <br />coming into Being.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/constellations-6/
