Sunlight Strikes Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Sunlight strikes the meandering stream,
and I catch my breath. Is this a dream?
The sky is mirrored and turned to gold,
echoing brightly severalfold.

The silk-satin effect counter-clashes,
a fragile fold of flaming flashes.
I turn my eyes from the iridescence,
startled at once by your silent presence.

Tangling with emotion, blushing,
I catch my breath; my skin is flushing.
Your eyes to mine, with both responding,
rapturous rush and breathless bonding.

I gather the seconds; time unwinds.
We walk in the shadows of our minds.
Dissolved in thought, I melt into you.
You step through portals of azure blue.

We dance with sky, with the universe,
and rise through the ribbons that immerse.
We quickly climb the ladder of dreams,
stepping on the rungs of sunshine beams.

At the top, we are baptized in light,
in clouds by day and by stars at night.
We wrap our arms, cling passionately,
to the neck of our divinity.

The soft wind sweeps surreptitiously.
I adore you most deliciously.
Sunlight strikes the meandering stream,
and I catch my breath. Is this a dream?

The gold of your presence turns to ink
and flows from my pen the words I think.
Desire sails silent between our eyes,
traversing the waves to Paradise.