My Yearning Spirit Poem by Ruth anthony

My Yearning Spirit
He has become the edge of a still water
Standing and wandering for peace and silence
I am daffodils,
Who is just besides him
Dancing and floating
Only through his winds
Which touches him
And then
Passes through me
I am pleased by his fragrance
Which is provided by the wind
And if the wind stops blowing
This daffodil will die
Looking at him
Into his own water,
At that edge my every breath belongs
I love him like mad
Someone stop me…….


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