The beating of distant drums,
calling me to you
The wind whispering,
as it rushes through the mountains
to the highest levels,
where it reaches loves view.
The tiny drops of water
trickling from the stream
making ever perfect circles,
gossamer mirrors on the lake,
reflecting moonbeams.
The ever perfect horizon,
where the skies and seas become one.
The white sands so pure,
granules bleached by the sun.
The intricate beauty of a spider web,
glistening in the rain.
Mercury droplets of water
slowly sliding down the window pane.
Picture perfect sensations,
all these and more,
pale by your comparison
as you walk through the door.
You are my Life's start
and the Visions of my Heart.
