My heart follows your Trumpet voice and leaps like a Lion at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Eagle wing.
I am comforted by your Shirt that I carry into the twilight of Homebeams and hold next to my Chest.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Water.
As my Hands falls from my Jacket, it reminds me of your Work.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Bang of the day.
My heated Buns leaps to my Pants. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Bicycle so that we may Run as one, Buns to Buns, in search of the magnificient Blue and mystical School of love.
The last line is my favorite!
Head over to my other blog...BLOGGING ALONG to see my little trick or treaters.