Sonata of Whispers and Breeze

Written by: John Boyle

Sonata of whispers therewith....A fresh breeze..
Lying twixt a drowning... And a soothing's remain....
'Pon a swans grace altogether....Mid the rain...
Mid meadows of plenty ~ Perfumed scented ease...
Whilst Moon feather's charm.. The courtship mid the trees...
Grasped by an instant....That shouts no longer reign...
Taken heed of uncertain ~ Mercy's domain...
Outpouring from the lips....That warms as thee please...

Mid chime's twist and twine ~ Bustle wicker of lace...
Voices oft heard far off... Deep in the forest....
As an unblemished flute...'Tween a distant tweet ~
A baby bird's chuckle... Awaiting an embrace..
Whispers-n-Breezes.... Caressing veins of the breast..
A waterfall beyond ruins... Where all beacons meet...