I've heard the wind whisper to me.
Softly sweetly,
it tells me
that despite it all
there is a wind.. There is a hope.
I've seen the rain come pouring down,
and the lightning stike
upon the ground....
And in its chaotic rumbling,
it has shown me the
power of will.
Yet still
I huddle in fright
at believing in delight....
My dear spirit across
the plains of spirituality
and perspective,
I find myself looking
upon your own lost eyes of seeking,
and find myself believing.
Perhaps an illusion in the dark,
or an after thought of my own.
No matter what it might be,
in this moment I want to believe.
Your eye's are stories that I haven't
ever heard,
and your lips, a precious delicate pearl.
Your face a soft glow of moonlight,
and smile, a precious delight...
I don't know myself, nor claim to ever know.
But I hold true to my heart
and hope to see you happy.
In my arms or another's.
Just to wish upon your spirit is enough
to calm my soul
I'll probably dance a million times ten-fold.
And with many fair maidens.
Smiling, delighted at the pleasures of friendship.
Yet tonight, you struck me
down.
And made me question.
You charmed my mind and made me fold.
Your word so humble yet
strong.
And echo of my own song.
How can I not fall....
Tomorrow, when I see you again,
the perspective will probably change.
But no matter, this night,
I want it to stay the same.
In your honey skin.
In your soft spoken words of wind.
In your gracefully beautiful walk,
and faith believing talk.
I will believe and sleep peacefully
in that thought.
