That Which We Hold Dearest

Even though the rain may at times be unbearably heavy
And you choke upon the tears torn from a smitten sky
And you suffer from solitude from all the painful goodbyes
Your heart still flutters weightless like a graceful butterfly
Your effortless smiles have radiance like morning sunshine
And the profoundness of your eyes still mirror a glimpse of spring
Your cascading golden hair flows like sails in a current of wind
And your sun-browned skin is soft and smooth like silk velvet
And your touch is faint like a calm caress from a summer breeze
Your whisper is like an angel and your words are poetry
But why do your delicate hands tremble in mine?
Is it the gentle way that I love and hold you?
Is it the tender way that I love and adore you
Or is it the way my eyes search the depth of yours?
I wish that I knew what you are thinking
So that we could sail and run away across an amber sunset
And dance upon the glow of red-orange sandstone
Maybe get lost in a kaleidoscope of Northern Lights
And fade beneath the silence of a violet twilight
Or we could hold our breath, take a giant leap, and fly
Or we could stay here forever and never ever leave
You are safe here in the comfort of embracing arms
Just let the raindrops soak into a cotton sleeve
As we wait together for the storm clouds to pass by
I will be your shelter from the mighty tempest
I will be a harbor when the sea grows restless
I will hold you tightly and warm against my heart
And together we’ll watch as the storm clouds begin to part
So don’t let the thorn twist in your side as you stroll the shore
Your petals are too beautiful to be throwing them out the door
I would hate to see you tear yourself in two again
That is why I hold you as tightly and so dear to me
That is why I now wipe your tears away with my finger
Because I love you more than this fateful world or heaven
And I will take that love with me to and past the grave
Because you paralyze me from head down to toe
And the fire begins to burn me, and did you really know
That you are more than just a treasure for me to look upon
My darling angel, do you see the brilliant sun peeking through
And the arching rainbow, now that the rain is almost gone?

Written in April 2002