thoughts of the White Falcon
my faraway Lover~
can he see me?
can he see what i see?

across the pond
he is to me

golden whispers
tickle my ears
angel singing
is what i hear

swimming across
the wild blue sea
with laughs and heart
he reaches out for me

moving in the waters
that shine so brightly
i sing to him
and he to me

this is a dance
of Lovers set free
falling & rising
sharing Treasures of We~

~gl
xo