A Voice In the Wind
Far above a timbered valley --
High up on a mountain peak --
The beauty of the day surrounds me
As I listen to the breezes speak.
Serenity caresses my soul --
Gentle winds tune each leaf they touch --
Until a symphony is heard
By senses not attuned to such.
I question the source of this artistry.
And, as resonant chords the winds pursue,
Lyric breezes sing their songs
And flood my mind with thoughts of you.
So, I listen for a voice in the wind --
As I wait for your spirit to pass by.
When I reach for a hand meant for me
The spell is broken by a sigh.
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012
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