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.
