The words, in ever-seeking wisp-like breaths,
In shadows and the sunlit shades of cover,
Tumble and drift in spiralled lives and deaths
With the whispered caress of a long-gone lover.
Thus how I seek your diffusing essence
Upon the breezes of the lilting phrases,
Like desert winds seeking water’s presence
In dancing atmospheres of lunar phases
High above the distant sands and mystic seas
Where I call your name in Santa Ana breezes,
My swirling soul in the softest worded pleas,
Grazing your dreaming form as a mirage teases
A shimmer of timeless yearning embrace,
And words pour tears upon your joyful face.
Copyright Kosmogonic 2018