soarineagle
08-31-2006, 05:07 PM
Wind whispering
…through the trees
silently at first
on cat-like feet
then raging through
the open windows.
Gentle caresses
against the skin
…like a lover’s touch
or kiss
longed for, but
forgotten.
The wind picks up speed
the intensity strong
increasing
like a tempo of
a native drum.
Then the wind dies
as if the drums were silenced
to a gentle breeze
…whispering anew
that love is
never lost
or forgotten.
…through the trees
silently at first
on cat-like feet
then raging through
the open windows.
Gentle caresses
against the skin
…like a lover’s touch
or kiss
longed for, but
forgotten.
The wind picks up speed
the intensity strong
increasing
like a tempo of
a native drum.
Then the wind dies
as if the drums were silenced
to a gentle breeze
…whispering anew
that love is
never lost
or forgotten.