Peace and You

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

In dreams, the candle burns,
Such a sweet and simple thing;
So small, yet it brightly shines,
Lighting the joy that you bring.

The warm glow sparks a memory,
Of holding you close in my arms;
Watching you breathe in the early morn,
Remembering your treasured charms.

With you, there are no rules,
What comes must simply be;
To be candid and honest and open,
No chains or locks, for we are free.

And there's an air of innocence,
Like that of children as they play;
In cool rain puddles, happily,
On a freshly made spring day.

These feelings can only belong,
In a time and place like this;
Where my world is at peace with itself,
A place where your candle exists.