As I sit here in the stillness of the dark,
The only movement I sense
Is of you.
Moving through the corridors of my mind;
Playing with the child you find there.
Laughter ...tickles of joy
Stroking
My emotions.
Like the gentle breeze
Of spring's first day.
The freshness of your smile
Moves me like the fragrance of a flower.
You are the season of joy
Bringing renewal
To my soul.