Thursday, July 31, 2008

Me

Poetry and gentle breezes
forever go together,
from a sunny day in May
until the glory of September.
I feel I am a solitary cloud,
floating over hallowed ground;
summer wind and nature's bounty
spin my world around.
In morning's light of day
your poems shine with colour,
the whirlwind of true romance
makes them sparkle like no other.
In the beauty of your face
I admire nature's perfection,
pushed and so inspired am I
to kiss your dear reflection.
So let your bright light shine,
as we wander hills together,
from a sunny day in May
until the glory of September.