the silet acts of one
the muffled sound of thunder off in the distance
the approaching clouds
the smell of your hair as it brushes against my face
the faint beat of your heart
your velvet skin agaist mine
the shadows aproaching you get closer
and as the field of green falls asleep under the shadows
and the soft breeze blows
the birds once singing are now silent
the world is still for one moment with you by my side and with that we dance
the tall grass rubbing against my arms as i hold you tighter
and the thunder rolls across the valley
and as a soft mist starts to come down the birds fly away out of the grass
the rain becomes to grow it acts like glue between us
our hair wet
and clothes soaked we dance
nothing but each other in this world
that passionate love born out of the fields is now soaring with the birds
as we grow old i will always remember the smell of your hair
and the soft beat of your heart