The Air of Spring

Shadows lie thick across the room Keeping the warmth From the window Lit by the orange streetlights Come little currents of spirit Space hums with life, energy June bugs swing in and out Of the copper globe of light The earth seems to surge with passion As the breeze has some motive In its swell The air is bursting with song That cannot be heard This must be anticipation Maybe delight And in the dark room The heat of your body Fights with the caress of the wind Like the tides on the sand First one, then the other Marked out by the rhythm Of the blind-string tap At the window Hot, soft, hot, soft Tap and hum