Whispers in the Breeze
I hear soft whispers in the breeze
that try to tease my fantasies,
and in my mind love to appease,
my soul to please, my heart at ease.
My thoughts they wander far away
where sunlight’s ray and moonbeams play;
beyond the clouds in sky’s array,
a young girl stays to light my day.
I feel that we have met before,
perhaps outdoor on distant shore
while standing by the ocean drawer;
these thoughts implore my heart to soar.
The whispers say she feels my heart,
these thoughts impart right from the start
a feeling like some abstract art
that from my heart will ne’er depart.
These lovely thoughts my heart does please;
my reveries these moments seize,
and so there drifting through the trees,
in gentle breeze, these whispers tease.
March 13, 2019
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2019