Within Forms of Silent Time

In the blossoming winds of life we are scattered
Within forms of silent time
On all those nights where love
Is more than flesh that holds our will
And the foundation we build
Is yours and mine

Defeat is a precarious lantern who’s light
Is bitterly bright and unfair
Yet nothing can spring from rivers
That I call mine that could ever
Make me forsake you
To go there

Discontent will never be mine to hold
As I know that you understand
These words I carve
From my heart
Because my spirit is at
Your command

You are the morning that quenches my thirst
My fragrance after the rain
Now how could I ever forget you
Or these sighs you have left
As here in my heart
They remain

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011