Mist Among Caribean Wind Poem by Louis Borgo

When the wind blows it take from beneath of lay

Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air

Mist the below head to toe it is magically

The end of the beginning

Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air

I don't know where to go from this intense feeling

Honor among a cloud I have falling

Falling in place of mist among the sky

It so magically

Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air

I must of falling among

Mist Among Caribbean Wind.