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Silk
What do I think of when I think of Silk
Something tender, something soft
White......like cream or milk
A caress, a touch, like wind in your hair
Soft like a new born baby's bottom
Softer than even a small tear
Silk is like billows of love falling over your head
A hideaway, a shelter, from the outside's cold dread
Or protection and comfort, a warm soft pillow for your bed
Angel's feet shuffling on the clouds above
A bright smile, a friend,
Real true love
The dictionary says..... a thread spun from a silkworm to make a cocoon
But lately it has come to mean much more to me,
So very quick and oh so soon
About the things that are invisible, yes the things that are not seen
Like love and hope and joy and peace
And the songs that we sing
Silk is like pedals of tulips brightened by the day
Silk is like water cascading down the falls in which you can play
Silk is like friends holding each others hands
Silk is like freedom from old binding bands
Silk is like long braides in a woman's hair
Silk is like a long look of love, almost a stare
Silk is like the cool morning air dampened by the dew
Silk is like a sweet conversation with my friend ... that's you
What do I think of when I think of Silk
Friend, all of these things, but most of all I think of you
