This Night the Wind
this night the wind is speaking softly
to me as aloft as a feather never
touching the ground.
and my love is a distance away.
That love comes to me it comes
mainly at night; when night is
a determined Spirit as so Love.
So my love as we both endure
exhaust from growing emotions as
flowers from Spring and at times
flakes of brilliant snow in cold
moments it is your eternal
hands and heavenly fragance that
exceed all space and time.
It is we who desire to endure!
:: 09-15-2017 ::
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