Across The Turbulence - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

And may I whisper,
words, musical sounds?
Hoping that you will know,
and understand the shyness
and the consternation.
And will you hear me?

Yes, what I'm sending you is love,
a purple flower in the desert,
a butterfly that you can't miss,
a greeting meant to look so casual.
A bright reflection from the sun.
And will you see it?

Thoughts, some fragments,
and others more mature,
are on their hopeful way to you.
To find and take up residence
deep in your mind.
And will you notice them?

Kisses, I send this (X) kiss to you
to find you and caress your skin,
the privilege is overwhelming,
but unearned.
Perhaps you will stand motionless
and smile a little.
And will you welcome me?

My dreams - I gladly would
dispatch them off to you,
but heavy is my heart to see them go,
and would you cherish them?

So, love and kisses,
thoughts and sounds I send to you;
it's all I have except myself.
But will you ever ask?