TALK TO ME.

TALK TO ME

Talk to me and tell me

The things that mean so much,

A smile, a kiss, a sweet perfume ~

A special tender touch.

The sweetest words of a love song,

A glance across a room.

The crunch of autumn leaves

And memory’s wistful tune.

The velvet skin of a new born

With that sweet sweet baby smell.

The feel of soft and downy hair ~

I know these things so well.

Tell me of the many things

That bring such joy to you. ~

The memory of holidays

And the things you used to do.

A hot and steamy shower

With water on your head,

Soup smells from a kitchen

And crusty home made bread.

Discussions and debates

Opinions well respected.

Oh the special feeling

Of just being accepted.

Candlelight and music

A dinner and sweet wine

Words long ago spoken

Which still in heart are mine.

Talk to me and tell me

The things that mean so much

I remember so many things

Of life’s tender touch.

© Linda J. Vaughan

July 2005

COME TAKE MY HAND

COME TAKE MY HAND

Come take my hand and walk with me

Let's go back across the years,

Back to the days of innocence

When there was no time for fears.

Imagine if you will

For just a little while

The babbling of the brook

As it runs beside the stile.

See the emerald pasture

And the sheep upon the hill,

Hold the wildflowers that we gather,

See the golden daffodil.

Picture the thatched roof cottages

With roses round the door,

Hear children in the meadow 

As we have done before.

Watch them plodging in the burn

With hearts as free as air,

Come back with me to childhood days

When neither had a care.

Let's lie in summer meadows 

With a canopy of blue

Find pictures in the clouds with me

Just as children do.

Come with me and shelter 

Beneath an old gnarled tree,

Listen to the leaves that rustle

Know what it is to be free.

Blow the dandelions away 

And let's make daisy chains.

See the buttercups and bluebells

Let's put aside our pains.

Walk with me beside you

Down a green and shaded lane.

Let's splash there in the puddles

Left by recent rain.

View the purple headed mountain,

Through eyes still innocent and wide,

Hear the cattle gently lowing

Feel a sense of pride.

Come back with me to childhood

When we both knew how to play,

Let's play, laugh, enjoy and run

On an endless summer day.

Feel for a moment the joy

Of raindrops on your face,

Imagination is limitless

We can transcend time and space.

Come take my hand and walk with me.

© Linda J. Vaughan

26th. January 2012

Written after a "walk" through green and shaded lanes - we dwell in possibility.