Poem for her 676

Dear Readers,


Soft sleep

There the slow inhale
The day is done
The sailing down dream's shores
Touch the soft back
Fingers ease muscles
Day's stair climbing soothed
Ease of fingers in hair
Touch the skin fine texture
Taste the mint tea in the air
Kiss a hand
Draw you on my canvas
Paint your lines slow
Finger tips drawing you to sleep
Brush strokes feather light
Touch your dreams
Slow the heart beat's rush
As I touch the curve
Deep voice low whisper still
The story edges calm
The dew just a dance away
Soft sleep my canvas

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.