Windward Dreams
I hear thou whisper through the trees
and thy breath upon my cheek
is flowing warmth, sweet gentle breeze
as in thy course thou search and seek.
Thy forces grow within thy dance
and raise the volume of thy song.
If not for earthly circumstance
I'd grasp thy tail and dance along.
Thy tempest is my hearts own beat
thy beauty swirls before mine eyes!
Pray, loose these wretched earthbound feet
set sail with me amongst the skies!
For in thy arms I would'st be free
to sail upon thy airy sea.
Inspired by Christie Moses'
Many Voices of the Wind contest
Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2008
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