Eden

Amber, where would I be without you today?
I often stop and ponder the past and the future
scribbling away onto a tablet that resides
behind the touch of these trembling fingers
and the poetry that escapes my lips

My heart was broken, my spirit was crushed
and you found me as the dawn breached
the horizons of such bittersweet melodies
reflecting the pains of Greece and her tragedies
written for the ones who never made it home

Piece by piece you put me back together
until I could clearly see with my own two eyes
the reflections of the hidden rivers that run
when your lips touch me the way they do
causing frozen lakes to melt into warm streams

Love is just a word; isn't that what some say?
But, they haven't ever crossed your path
hewn out of the sides of dark mountains
guiding tired travels away from treachery
and into the green filled valleys of Eden