Ian is the Best Ever
12-7-93

  A shadow falls
over the mountain tops
cascading into the valley
of wondrous beauty
as the sky grows
peaceful.
  A lonely star
shines into existence
as the moon
seems to smile.
  The sweet songs
of the birds
and the melody
of crickets are
the only orchestra
filling the air
on this darkened night
where lovers lie.
  A soft breeze
whispers sweet nothings
through the trees
with secrets of the past
and waters ripple
over softened stones
like his touch
against my skin.
  Wild flowers sway
back and forth
as if dancing
side by side
awaiting the sunrise
of tomorrows
awakening.
  It is the love
that they share
when the night
swallows the day
and a dream
is all anyone has.

by
Sarah Brazee-Cannon