A Whispering Wind

Perhaps counterfeit,
A whispering wind
carries upon it
hope with no chagrin.

An ear to listen
but a heart to hear.
The wind's addiction,
the deaf man's fear.

Nostalgia, the breeze,
the kiss on my face,
whispering of trees
and swaying in place.

A wind from due south,
A wind from far north.
From the dragon's mouth
to you coming forth.

From her torrent sound
whisking me about,
I have lost my ground,
my hope lost in doubt.

You blow me away
and leave but my heart.
And I fear to stay,
it tears me apart.

I fear to move on
from her gentle blow
but you bring upon
a message you know.

Now my words impart
a secret held close
to this weary heart
and under your nose.

You have inspired
the wind to carry
a love transpired
so sweet, so scary