The wind speaks to me at night
It cascades and whistles in mid flight
I see in it the wonder
And destruction like the thunder
It tells me of the clouds
And how they love to clump in crowds
Perhaps the wind will save us
With it's mighty and powerful gust
I wish to ask it questions
And to express my confessions
The howling shrieks seems mournful
Like those of a mere mortal
I suppose nothing is free from pain
Even nature is bound by chain
How I long to ask the wind
Why it's voice must rescind
For days at a time it will not visit
My window pane forgets its kisses
As I forget its touch on my skin
I wonder where my wind has been

Setting
our hearts
to beat
in melancholy
tune,

like the
echoed
celebrations
from some
distant
bells.

love is a
whisper.

the inter
tangle ling
of fingers
and arms
and legs
that reach
towards
each other
with the
hunger

of one.

love is
a whisper.


in search of
love's
eternal
salvation.

no words
spoken.

passions
fused to
the core.

bodies
spent.

souls
ripe
for
love's
******
rite of
harvest.


love is
a whisper

that only...

my love
can hear.

without you

here,

Heart
displaced.

shadow
smiles,

hour glass
moments,

fleeing
from across
your face.

no one
listening
to stalled
heart beats.

your thoughts
jumping
from one
moon
to the next.

holding
back
time.

upsetting
the gentle
balance
of the
universe.

because your
not really
there.

your here
with me.

as the tide
wipes the beach
clean of false
impression.

so have you
allowed me
and my

heart
to breathe

again.