When the summer sun glows soft behind the mist,
Edging past the twilight silver that wraps dreams in silken veils,
Spreading warmth through cold and light where only shadows did exist.
What love is he which draws me from the comfort of my slumber?
Embraced in spirit arms, I feel him there though we are apart.
Joy surrounds me in teh hushed and gentle silence of the morning.
Not beside me - yet he whispers langourous thoughts within my heart.
Caught in vivid colors flashing 'gainst the backdrop of the sky,
Burnished golden, sweet as woodsmoke it unfolds with warming splendor,
And the crystal glint of noontide that delights the startled eye.
What love is this that draws me from my soul's own restless pacing?
Sets me wandering 'cross the landscape, reaching for him all the while!
Spinning dazed and heady circles, with my heart alone I see him,
Not beside me - still I know the gentle humor in his smile
To adorn with luminous starshowers all the darkness of the night.
The encircling calm descends with sighing grace upon the landscape,
Gentling dreams to conjure up the moon so melancholy bright.
What love is he that settles in the thoughts all my hours,
Weaving crimson threads of feeling through the pattern of my days?
He caresses me with words that warmly still my anxious senses,
Not beside me - yet he is! My love is never far away. . .
--lia jaqua, copyright
