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