A moment, a breath

Sometimes in the slip-stream of atoms

that

criss-cross the night in the shadow of the moon, 

I think of you,

quietly 

within the blanket of a star

watching the clouds fall into the wind;

music 

echoing the strings of a violin;

a moment 

composed in the smile of your eyes..

Light mimics the waves of the sea;

a studio window filled with stars.

My violin carresses the night wind

as lamplight remembers the sound of your voice

when it whispered across my silent dreams.

It's 3 A.M when you finally chase my dreams

through the strings of my violin

waiting for the moon to make love with the sea.

A sigh waits for a pause of my violin;

The bow strains against the memory of your eyes falling into mine.;;

the david eisele of moments,, I suppose..

He had blue eyes like yours;

his the colur of the sea when the sun chased the warmth of mornings just beginning;

cerulean dancing in the depth of his soul..

3 A.M;.

my violin finds its meaning in its own composition;

the notes wandering into the complexity of your heart;

so far away.

The days and nights slip -stream  into atoms

that fall from canvases and compostions yet unheard.,

yet found.

Then,

in the slip of the night ,

the lights fall into whirlpools that make love with the notes upon the strings of my violin;

the quiet of your life looking into the soul of mine.

a window opeing to your heart so very far away.;

iceland

beckoning the wind in the hollow of a lava field;

as I find the soul of you in the strings of my violin at 3 A.M.