Thought

Travelling from me to you
A thought goes around and around
Crossing the deep blue
Of the sea and sky making no sound…

Then touching your forehead gently,
Slowly caressing the skin of your face,
Lingering in your lips so lightly…
And then holding you in an embrace…

The thought finally comes to a door,
Closed as he knew, but he comes with a key
To unlock this door and so much more.
He puts the key in, and presses with ability…

Turning it around, sliding easily,
It unlocks with a soft almost silent groan,
Further on, and in, he goes free…
Deeper still until it is blown…

Spreading inside you warm and clear,
Finding home, holding tight…
Giving birth to a life so dear

That makes all the night alight…

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