I push a pensive eye on graying skies
and hear the East winds whisper in the trees,
a breathy song of otherworldly sighs
brought mercifully by ghosts across dark seas.
A tender dreamer borne on spirit wings
brought here to me she lifts my burdened soul.
Suspended upon luminescent strings,
surrendering my thoughts I become whole.
A flood of purpose swells within my core
awakening what sorrowfully waits.
Inhaling, I on Euros’ zephyr soar
to distant realms becharming blissful fates.
This mortal life will never be the same
now Easterly winds softly call my name.













If Love is your Muse, poetry serenades to Love. I can but imagine the songs you shower on her!














Thank you so much! Best of Luck!
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