Dennis Lange Poems
The Melody Of The Wind
The wind may roar; the wind may shriek,
In passing trees - a rustle.
But 'tis the sweetest sound I seek,
Wind flexing music's muscle.
The wind may moan or it may howl
In nights of stormy weather.
But I don't want wind on the prowl,
But tame, as on a tether.
I want wind playing on the cords
That on my porch are hanging,
To make sweet music there, with chords,
And set my chimes a'clanging.
Could I Love You?
In the morning, could I love you,
Sunshine, I, upon your face?
Could I wrap my arms around you?
Give you life by my embrace?
Could I light your eyes with wonder,
Brighten and reveal the world
That your beauty might reflect there,
In a pond no stone has swirled?