BOOK OF LOVE

In summrer meadows

We lay sweet abandon

To the sun,

Searching for night

Inside our love,

Cloudless skies

Driving us on.

Above evening's shadow

Moonless stars

Are our jigsaw,

Growing ever strong,

As we search for missing pieces.

Out of emptiness

We create love,

Until the page 

Is full.

Out of emptiness

We create love,

Until the page 

Is full.

Pages turning,

We go back to where

We once began,

And run that meadow 

Through our fingertips,

Till the last grass left

Is placed firmly inside

Our book of love.

Out of emptiness

We create love,

Until the page

Is full.

Emptiness replenished,

We seal the page -

Our hearts anchored.