Your footprints leave no trace
upon the soft soil of my heart
as you tend the gentle garden
you've planted there ~
I wake to the sacred scents
of wildflowers
swaying in the wind.
Your essence lingers
within my dreaming eyes,
whispering your subtle song
within my bones.
I follow the wild path
leading into passion's gate,
pursuing the promises that remain
radiant upon my soul.
Your touch of truth
grazes my skin
as it rises towards sunlight,
breathing freedom
you've unwrapped
as the sweetest gifts
I've ever known.
I hear the music
of dancing forests
falling
from your fingers,
a slow symphony
of grace...
Honorable mention
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