Kitten, your hands are heaven and your eyes are my home.
She didn't protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.
Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,You are soft as the nesting dove.Come to my heart and bring it restAs the bird flies home to its welcome nest.
