silver leaves

SILVER LEAVES

When the leaves turn silver in the lucid streams of the moonlight

The soft whisper of the wind touches them and holds them tonight.

Tenderly I reach into my soul to touch them as they glisten

And then until the ends of time I again hear their whisper as I listen.

Through the shadows that softly play into the soft streams

And then gently awakes me from the wisp of my dreams.

As the tears draw nigh as He cradles my heart there

And then through the moonlight streams of His love we share.

Like soft tendrils that open up in the night blossoms of silver leaves

Through the shadows of the moonlight quietly interweaves.

Life is like a journey where the nights that seem so long

And then finally in the moonlight streams in my heart creates a song.

When I find that in time the leaves that dance through the night with grace

I know somehow beyond in the heavens I will find my dreams in place.

Of the nights that seem to linger until the dawn now draws near

As upon each silver leaf hints of dew playfully fall upon each tiny mirror.

Cheryl Zweigart

Copyright February 2009