yesterday you chased the tumbling windflowers
barefoot in the laughing sunlight
since when the breezes veered
that now wind your wrap in strange shapes
against the shifting northerly
the grey landscape and slanting raindrops
if you were not flying far in thought
I could recognize the sky-glint in your eyes
for I have gazed into them and lost myself there
kissed a blush or two from summer lips
taken humming-bird sips from each
never dreaming they were to last me for ever
so I shall take passage in a fleet ship
and slip south before the North Wind’s jealousy
and if my messmates ask why my station is the taffrail
why my look is always to landward
I shall sing of the wind-whipped flowers of home
and it’s all for love of a bonny girl in blue
all for the love of a bonny girl in blue…






. I adore your diction.
. The repetition of the varied winds works really well. I mean, this is divine. It's like reading an oil painting by Thomas Kinkade
sailor ptolema



), hummingbird-spirit represents the bringer of joy - which you have so beautifully and sensitively expressed here ... 






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