VIII. your hand was warm

you led me here

across this space

you led me here

right to this place

your hand was warm

and firm in mine

you whispered in

my hear that night

your voice was soft--

gentle light

you sang it soft

and dearly low

the quiet words 

for me to know

even now it blows on the breeze

your tender kiss

rests on my cheek

I listen hard for what I know:

Those three words

so cautiously spoken with ease--

I love you

rests upon the breeze.