Moving in the silence,
stirring up the embers
of passion's heated touch
is a shadow; I remember
as it fell across my heart.

A sweet and loving feeling 
that taught me to be open 
and gave my spirit lightness
to greet each brilliant dawn.

The glory of the passion,
the sweetness of the touching,
what comfort in those arms
wrapped so warm around me
as sleep would find our hearts.

Still lingering in the twilight
as new as when we met,
with laughter overflowing
into everything we did
is that tender shadow....love.