Take Me Home

As if your voice could glide along the wings of a gull,
and softly rest against my ear. As if thoughts were
water, and the waves could carry me home with you.

As if your smile amid the horizon, might gently
kiss my eyes with such a sweetness that I could
not help, but form my own smile.

As if your heart were calling mine into summer's
breeze. (There, we would slow dance until dawn.)

I could stand in this moment forever, wishing deep
into your delicate dreams. But while asleep there
is only the silence of the moon, and the soul goes
unheard for awhile,...

... my legs, like my heart, shatter.


-Cher
6/27/08