You....

His face is slightly
Wrinkled at the corners
Where she stopped reading
That page is just a little stained
When it almost burnt her tongue
And the drip fell
Next to me
He was in his thinking mood again
His hand rested
On his chin
My gaze drifted to the night sky
My thoughts to another place
And time
I could feel the quiet
The cool placid
The intoxicating
Breeze
It fed my soul
It touched my heart
And, my spirit softly
Lifted
And, my heart gently
Soared