Breathing

Breathe
Whisper to me silently, softly, smoothly and sweetly
your whims that float in the air, they fly, they glide discretely
aim them, guide them, dream them to the sky
If infestive secrets are your grievance then leave them with I…

The fingers of the wind, their gentle tender touch
but catching those locutions which truly mean so much…

Made to carry the scent of your desires
infants of the breeze
raised with ambrosial admire
such sweet majesty are these
which grow with delicate demeanor
gracefully glow like dreams of a dreamer