SKYFALL

If thoughts could be a thousand pictures

The twinkling stars would be your eyes

Clouds of fluff would halt above me

Painting your smiles across the skies

You would be there, your fingers warm

In the golden glow of the rising sun

Glinting silver on spilling cascades

Of unruly hair streaming undone

The gentle breeze would form the echoes

Of reined affections, holding me in thrall

Racing hearts skidding, breathless

As I wait enraptured, for the sky to fall

MS