First Word

Pure As I rest in your arms The top of my head snuggled in the crook and the faint sound of chimes in the wind of silence and in the magnificence of a feeling spreading throughout my soul like a slow flow of water and the coming of the tide. Sweetness of the gentle suggestion of the moment that lingers between us like a well-spoken inspiration and quiet smile of appreciation as we enjoy the true bond of friendship. Innocence of the heart without strings of the loyalty without question of the beauty of essence. Warmth in the afterglow of touch in the slow, sensual nature of kiss in the quiet laughter of knowledge in the serenity of perfect connection. If I say this is love If I say this is friendship If say I love you ... And you love me ... Then the stillness embraces the joy of two hearts. ~ Michelle Gamble

Unfolding Light The road ahead  The mirage at the end Is that the oasis? Or is it my wish? The journey ahead The beautiful mountain range Is it in the way? Or do I have to climb over or around it? The place in my heart Is it filled with light and love Is it just for you? Or do I have to put it somewhere safe? The vision of my soul Is that the truth at the end? Is it the ultimate beauty? Or do I have to transform the ideal? The wish for the dream Is it the power of the light? Will it magnify the essence? Or do I have to bow my head in acceptance? ~ Michelle Gamble-Risley