Late Afternoon Sun

When 

the sun beams down

and

the wind cradles your chin

know that they watch

kindly

and lovingly

gazing upon your skin

to the swirls of power within.

That 

they tremble inside

to know you

aching for your tender touch

yearning 

for the peace you hold between your fingers

and 

the tiredness in your soul.

To be held by you

is its own sort of madness

the kind that takes your breath away

and 

lights your heart ablaze.