Those of you who know Me know how much I adore cuttings and knife play. Enough said. ::sweet smiles::

When The Wind Is Low - Cale Young Rice

When the wind is low, and sea is soft,
and the far heart-lightening plays
On the rim of the west where the dark clouds nest
On a darker bank of haze;
When I lean o'er the rail with you that I love
And gaze to My heart's content;
I know that the heaven's are there above -
but you are My firmament.

When the phosphor stars are thrown from the bow
And the watch climbs up the shroud;
When the dim mast dips as the vessel slips
Through the foam that seethes aloud;
I know that the years of our life are few,
and fain as a bird to flee,
That time is as brief as a drop of dew -
But you are eternity.




::smiles:: blanket....balcony....soft sighs....long sweet kisses....