A Breath On the Wind



Anudder poem! Philippe is just as curious as to what happens to Sorelli as we are!



Can you feel it?

That wave of agonizing beauty all captured within a single breeze?

Listen to it, if you do you can hear her

That siren so sweet, and so wondrous!


Her voice floats through me

I can feel the goose bumps rise on my flesh

And my heart gives an odd thump


But I will never see my beloved

For she is gone like the calmest breeze

And the love I hold strong as the

Mightiest wind


I close my eyes

I picture he sweet shapely skin

And her bright evanescent smile

It brings tears to me


She is gone like a breath on the wind

It is uttered from ones mouth

And then floats away

Drifting into an eternity for which it will not be heard


I can hardly stand it

I can think of no other I want to spend my time with

I need her

I love her


But she is gone

And to my dying breath

I will cherish our memories

And cherish the time we DID spend together.



Well, too lame? I hope not. Hit me with those reviews, most of my poems will come down within a week if you don't.