Gifts

The heart’s gift the center fly. Each day resembles that of a kiss gently touching our being. 

We see ourselves in the darkness we await for light.Each breath precious as the wind blows.

All the things that matter to me they matter to you.

We all see past each Luminous collective the moon.

A vibrant tone of love engolfs us as we meet.Our harmony is peace. 

Your  gentle words caresses me tenderly.The rythtem of you speech is kind. 

We celebrate the gift of life.

With love our hearts sing.