Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Winds

Winds to me be near
For My Love I wish to hear
Across the oceans wide
Bring his voice within the tide

That I may wear his gentle spray
The mist of him that comes my way
To hear his voice so gentle seep
To walk his love upon my feet

To be cooled by his tendered clutch
To stay my heart without his touch
To feel his brush upon my mind
To taste his love as though sweet wine

















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