Heart Wave

A windy summer day Colored by the bright yellow hays As if inviting the mind to go astray To a place where it prefers to stay This swirling thought of mind And the feeling that goes unwind Can I keep this mellowness as mine? Or should I let it be declined? I know not what the designation Of the feeling I come to encounter Is it love, care or affection? For that I have no answer Hail the wind that sweeps my hair, the sun that brushes my face I care not for what the word or phrase For the heart wave I come to sense Is nothing like a fake pretense