Silence. Trees. Animals. Ocean waves crashing at my feet. Red wine.

Mountains. Rivers. Gentle streams full of pebbles. Producing music.

New strings in my guitar. Thunderstorms. Sunsets. The moon.

The stars within my reach. As your eyes. Love of mine.

Sleep. Fresh water. Cold nights. Cloudy dark skies. Empty streets.

The howling of wolves. The hooting of the owl. The cooing of the dove.

The singing of the cricket.

And most all, I love your sweet lips sealing mine.

Ernesto Onofre