Gold
Her hands were panned from the feather river Hair pulled from the mines of Jundee She's traveled over a thousand miles I think just to smile at me I can hear her songs in the whispers In the quiet spaces between phrases Reminiscent of long winters Where the silent glisten rages In her evergreen eyes My world is never dark I am always on the verge of springtime Where the sun has left its mark On my skin I am warm and teeming with gratitude In the glowing reflection Of her gaze, I am so happily subdued By the look on her face So full of love and adoration This must be the place Where understanding meets elation Sometimes my fingers ache With the anticipation to rediscover The shape that hands make When they hold each other These hands were made for you To hold on winter nights Your love is something I never knew Could make my world so bright