She sleeps in the morning haze of winter Wakes in the jubilant night of equinox Dies in the shadows of dusk of summer
Her hair is a veil of golden sunshine, A diadem that shows royalty and divinity. Her laugh is a song, Like a hymn in a cathedral.
When I close my eyes and try to picture Heaven, I can only see her bright face, Her earthy eyes And her smile that outshines the sun.
I lost myself when I found you, but I know she'll guided me Back to my Summertimes muse.
The haze of summer hung in the air blurring the lines between our bodies The meadows fill with sweetness The scent swirling in her lungs Each blooming rose red as blood As spring awakens Softly in her touch Cradled in the depths of her arms But I watch from afar As everything she touches Pulsate with life And grow til they touch the ends of the earth filling your mind with the smell of daffodils the worded anticipation of warmer, saturated.
Her smile rivals the sun And I watch from afar Counting the days As the carriage in the sky drags the night in place As the heavens sleep above her Soon She will leave these fields dry And take back what she has given When the leaves fade to brown And are crisp and brittle I know She has returned so scarcely, Aging that wine to perfection each time.
I’ll constantly be in a haze of bliss, If she's around me, Filling glasses with sips of pure sweetness. Cloud form shapes within the skies And light will glisten from each eyes