YOU

are to me...
like the sound of distant music,
like the ruffle of wrapping paper,
like the mischief in the corner of the eye glance,
like the smell of moist soil after the first drizzle,
like the gleam of the mist on fresh green grass,
like the skipped heartbeat when surprised,
like the chill down the spin when there is breath on the neck,
like the sea water gently beating on the rocks,
like the whistle of the windstorm through a crack in the window,
like the grey in the sky just before dawn,
like the reflection of moonlight on water,
like the tinge of orange in a yellow flower...
the unconscious or the faraway or the unnoticed or the mystery or the not understood...
but still there,
to bring in that faint instinctive smile

(from old blog)