You ** Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

You are the raindrops
that caress my face,
the breeze, in from the sea
that wakes the flowerboy
your hands are velvet skin
a steeple for my face
where fingers slyly dip
replenishing....
And later,
there is joy
and silence
deep within,
where snowflakes fall
on mossy ground
and mix with dew,
a happy heart
sustains
and all is one,
like molten lava flows
into the raging sea
to stay
and leave
the taste of love