to be held again
in perfect sphere
of long awaited
chance
where fingers stroke
in lazied waves
and meet
in tender dance
where willow wisps
bloom in the night
and truths
now have their day
beneath the ever
closer sky
where we hold tight
and pray
for little more
of perfect calm
in piece
of shaded bliss
while holding on
still as we are
for loves elusive
kiss
lifeofawillow 
Breathtakingly beautiful poem, very moving. Thank you for sharing.
What a lovely compliment. It is moving for me as well. Thank you for reading.