Let me touch you
In the breeze of the night
I want you
the breeze tickles her hair
and takes her worries with it.
the sun wants a break
just for a little while.
she misses the sun,
but knows it needs a minute.
she'll be here when it's ready.
As the chilled breeze wisps across my covered face
I think about the life I've led and wonder
I wonder if somewhere along the path I wronged anyone
Anyone that crossed that path
Anyone that bid me hello or goodbye
Anyone that could have or should have made a difference
Not at all sure why this particular moment and this particular wispy wind has brought such thoughts to my senses
All I know is that thinking so deeply gives birth to the heightened awareness of my faults and weaknesses
What to do
What to do
Brian Hill - 2019 # 244
Let your deep thinking begin...
What will you find?
The concept of being deceivingly perfect.
For you were the someone who I wanted to stay.
I‘d constantly remind myself not to expect
cause you were a race car in a speeding highway.
I thought that I’d actually be getting somewhere.
We were going in full speed but never stopping.
With the familiar cool breeze running through my hair,
You were just speeding past while I was still walking.
It's been a while since I've last seen you. Can't wait to see you again next week.
The chill of wind
Mixed with the heat of passion
Leaves a whirlwind of emotion
With nothing behind
The uprooting breeze
Which had grown to enormity
Was sweeping away
The hopes of my dreams
Yet whilst my gaze
Still lies on you in the depths of night
Allow me to dance with you
Along the mist of fantasy
Dude I don’t wanna **** this up
The leaves are touched....
By the very fact.....
That someone cares....
Even for them....
The wind rises....
Touching there head....
As a mother...
Pats her crying child....
Loving them a lot....
Sharing all the love....
Without a second thought.....
The moment is special....
Seeing a mother....
Showing deep affection to her child....
Is not a every day view....
But what a view....
Making everything around.....
I guess that is the....
Touch of a...
A thousand golden rays shimmer and dance on the water.
Old man river sings a peaceful song.
My feet soak in the blessing.
A warm breeze touched with wild peppermint soothes my soul.
My blue eyed girl smiles as she holds a baby frog.
My heart is full. I am happy.
Whatever song you'll hum
while you drive is like a rhapsody
to my heart.
we'd have our fingers interlaced
and our hair
feeling the caress
of midnight breeze
as we speed at the highway
looking our way