Glowing warm
gentle silk
cushiness round about the inside
deep in richness
warm in touch
sweeter than lightness
and cooler than dew
glowing in night
and beckoning during day
your eyes are like a focal point
in the center of my being.
When the nightmares threaten
and the darkness wants to encroach
God gives me a beaconfor which to come home
like fire in the cold of night
happy dancing leaping flames
that calm me and hold me
to the roots He laid in silence
Quietly shouting
humble milk
mushiness round about the inside
full in wholeness
cool to the touch
meeker than brightness
and warmer than rain
melding in starlight
and daring in day
your eyes are like a focal point
in the center of my being
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