The Place

A dream of springtime, warm breezes relax,
Giggling water attends.
As right as rain this feeling attracts,
Above time and space it transcends.

A look from her eyes, flowing within,
A gentle brook is felt.
Whisking me gently, and so it begins,
The stone in my chest starts to melt.

Does she realize the power she wields
With sparkled glance or subtle smile?
Feelings inside yearning for fields
To run and be free for a while.

Oh lonely, empty place is my heart
Ne’er warmed by love’s true light.
A want to be wanted, a want to be part
Of two that are one in Love’s sight.

While closing my eyes, I’m drawn into hers
As pools of warm light reflect
Inside I feel the breeze as it stirs
Familiar unknowns recollect.

The place in her heart I see in her eyes
Mirrored from my soul’s deepest hue?
Or is it then more, do I realize,
The same place from two points of view?