Tempest sweeps as tempestuous weeps
across the arid dessert so dry.
For I await a gentle breeze to part her lips
I am so still in the silence
I can count every heart beat.
I pray for fair winds to kiss my wings,
what is a bird with no wind under its wing?
(IT IS I)
For I await awaking to ride upon a star.
Exhale my longing, speak softly to soul.
Exhalant my Love, send my soul to the stars
The first line sets the scene for a sweeping scene for a simply divine love poem Randy. It hooked me! 10 Karin Anderson
This breathes with love under a night sky - and the rhyming scheme although unusual is just right for the mood of the piece...... lovely....10 from Fay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wowwwwwwwww its awesome! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! -10 anjali