J'aime

I like it when the wind teases us
When he plays in your hair
When you become a ballerina
To follow him with graceful steps
I like it when you come back happy
To throw you around my neck
When you become a little girl
To sit on my lap
I like the quiet twilight
When he settles in stealthily
But I like to hope credulously
That he would burn for us
I love your hand that reassures me
When I get lost in the dark
And your voice is the whisper
From the source of the star
I like it when your eyes are the color of mist
Make me a coat of softness
And like on a cushion of feathers
My forehead rests on your heart