And she speaks to me
in the language of love
the words that tumble from her lips
circle their arms around my neck
and whisper to me
of warm spring days
of chasing rainbows
they remind me ...
I'm inspired to sift through
the sands of my secret beach
and rediscover the pieces
of my favorite dreams
dreams I had buried long ago
to hide and protect
I'll clean and polish them tenderly
to place them in her hair and her eyes
and in her hands
for that's where my dreams belong
she speaks to me
in the language of love
the words that slip from her lips
to catch my breath and weave their
magic in my skies
they refresh me
like the first spring rain
like her tender first kiss
how I remember when ...