Thu
Jun
11
Scent on the Wind
Silken whispers drew me thus,
Solace in your hair, unbound.
Aching with misspent dreams
Of you. In my arms, you spent
Quiet night, vanished with the Sun.
I cast around with moonlit net,
Search for you once more,
Sigh to catch your scent
Upon the wind’s caress,
Whose failing cry echoes on,
Ever and again… l’amour.
