If Art Had a Name

The air has grown cool
and as crisp as my thoughts,
the rains of hope have washed the ash
of despair from the sky and my heart

and today I stand in awe
of the sun and of life and the wind
and of how when I now look
into the deep laughing smile
of your kind eyes

that I remember again why
I desire not for my next breath
to be my last and exactly what
love means when I reach

to closely embrace your soul.