Breathe Deep, Exhale the Sky

Sometimes the wind whispers soft, sweet melodies
And often times the silence speaks
But not often enough do we actually listen


Sometimes I feel the warm tingle of the summer sun as it kisses my skin
Most times, though, I feel the calm, cooling embrace of the moon
And the stars twinkle, smiling down on me


Sometimes I look up at the sky,
And I feel like just maybe you're there, too.


Sometimes I'm just me,
And you're just you


Sometimes you're holding me,
And while all the world collapses around us,
You whisper, "But now, sweet love, we can be alone."