When the rain slips ever so quietly through my fingers
the green of the willow tree sings ever so gently
to a late afternoon sun losing itself within rainbows of light,
becomes a moment that is
golden in the heat of summer and lavender solitude.
I look up into aqua clouds
and think of the sea,
where sagas are knit into sweaters from ages of the past.
And lights are woven into candles across the sky.
and a single breath are caught in my dreams still of you.;
Pauses arrange cobblestones within the heart of iceland
you first smiled at me from the heart of falling snow ;
windows covered in hand made lace.
It was the first day I felt your soul
a meeting from a dream spoken long ago,
the heart of a beginning woven upon a loom;
words dreaming into silence
I drew your name into my soul that day
felt the love of snowflakes drifting across my heart.
Time only had meaning to those who rushed around the face of a clock;
capturing single syllable words as numbers fell through the sky.
I felt only this,
that moment when rain slips through the song of willows
and the wind holds its breath within an infinite note;
one note of music placed in front of another..
The heart feels that place of oneness
where all of life composes a symphony
One note ,
one word placed in front of each moment of emotion
knowing somewhere you still breathe and smile into the Icelandic wind.