Almost Spring With All My Lovin

You are my starry midnight sky
With magic quilt on which to fly
Forever bound in loves embrace
We reach out to bonk the nose of grace
And when we've erased directions to higher ground
Having sewn our song of passion found
We wax poetic and then need to sleep
So we fly back down on angels feet
To kiss until our minds resound
Then we will tap the stars and weave another round

(c)Winterbk...2006