come into my own and then

fall into your arms

bask in wondrous warming heat

of loves elusive charms

delve into a moist array

of lifes small precious gifts

run back down the sands of time

in perfect blowing drifts

hold on tight to fitted hand

tucked inside my own

raise open palms to searing sun

under which weve grown

skipping past lifes thin worn way

dust it off and swing

down loves lost lane into that sun

where broken voices sing.