sometimes I think of you
as of a gentle loving breeze
whose caress
makes my body ache
at other times you are the storm
in which I plunge in wild delight
and let myself be tossed
around the world
and then again
I feel surrounded
by warm playful waves
gathering force slowly
down the stream
then bursting forth
in one magnificent
deafening roar
amid the forests of my life
you are my lair
of soft moss and leaves
where I recline
and live my dreams
you are the mountain
from whose top
I look upon the deserts
breathe blue skies
follow the flight of birds
into the sun
Jun 13, 2023
Jun 13, 2023 at 9:57 AM UTC
sometimes I think of you
as of a gentle loving breeze
whose caress
makes my body ache
at other times you are the storm
in which I plunge in wild delight
and let myself be tossed
around the world
and then again
I feel surrounded
by warm playful waves
gathering force slowly
down the stream
then bursting forth
in one magnificent
deafening roar
amid the forests of my life
you are my lair
of soft moss and leaves
where I recline
and live my dreams
you are the mountain
from whose top
I look upon the deserts
breathe blue skies
follow the flight of birds
into the sun
