Soothing dance of clouds And guitar played by the breeze A chandelier made of fireflies Birds were the guest for that evening That magical night was arranged in heaven to witness the pure love story of Moon and stars..!!
Whenever a gentle breeze kisses my skin I eventually feel it moving within To travel my streets of arteries and veins Over and over and over again And especially to the innermost part of my mind Where I acknowledge this is a special moment in Life!
Debra Lea Ryan 04/01/2019 εїз
Moved to write this as my official first piece for 2019! I really did sense the breeze in my silence and enjoyed the journey.
Your voice, hearsay of the breeze when it caresses the petals in our garden; zephyr in my ears as my hands reach your depths, equanimity broken like the branches under our feet when we entered this forest called desire.
When happiness breezes by, it can’t be contained in a bottle. If you don’t understand the breeze, you’ll climb desperately tumbling from broken branches & broken spirits, only to be plopped where you started, but sorer.
Let go completely and fall, the wind will catch you, toss you up and around and gently set you down on the dirt