For the Night Turned Day
By Martin Falatic
When you walk among the flowers, it is then I walk with thee, You close your eyes, absorb the scent life paints upon the breeze. I watch you from a distant place, in the comfort of my soul Writing words to touch your heart -- with Zephyrus they flow. I know not how or when or where our hearts will finally touch But hope that in the dreams of night, they are already such.