For I am Yours – Chant and Praise
by Silver Wind The mist rolls over the mountains And a stirring in my being arises The hair on my neck tingles And my senses turn to you. The darkness of the night envelopes me A crow flies by, Then upon the silver wind There comes to me your scent And I know you are close Our souls meet within the mist No words are spoken as my heart races For though miles separate us I feel you Beside me, with me, within me. Your touch is gentle yet firm Breathe sweet but hot on...