Form: English Sonnet
In the stillness of discord the waves seek
the tender dreams you have long forgotten.
In the silence before the storm I speak
the tussled words, softer than wild cotton.
Those loving endearments that offer trust
I tell you all there is you want to know,
to touch your dreams there must be more than lust
as I watch you slumber in moonlight's glow.
If you should call out my name in the night
I will caress your thoughts with words of silk
and kiss your cheek should you my love invite
to taste your flesh as white as buttermilk.
For love I hold you by my side, inside,
through wind and rain and in the ocean tide