Wind

From past the mountain where last we spoke

where sapphires of turquoise grew

where lilies mined to ones content

where last a word for you was sent

I receive

 

Where last the roses stood and spoke

of every age and every dame

none as fair as one small kiss

Eternity lost within the mist

I receive

 

The wind is churning, ever fiercer

and sends an echo reverberating

From past the mountains where last we spoke

Where last my fortune had for once gone broke

I receive

 

A shadow’s kiss from one I know

Immersed within the sweetest gall

Remembering my angel’s fall

I send the kiss I have received

And to the distance, at last I breathe

 

I can smell you, I can touch

Your silky skin, ambrosia lips

With faith in hand and hope in clutch

I know the dream will never fade

I wait for you beneath the shade