Gentle

Walking on air,

I enter your sphere.

Cupping my hand,

I scoop you up;

And, nestled there,

Weightless,

You hover on

Gentleness.

Soft as a summer

Breeze.

Fanned by the wing

Of a butterfly,

Silently soaring

In strength.

In silence.

In gentleness.

Sweet as a whisper,

My heart croons

A lullaby,

Peaceful and soft,

As the silky white

Rose petals,

Fragrantly lining

My outstretched arms

Encircle your dreams

With gentleness.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2010