Breeze

Voices in the wind softly calling

Voices in the wind softly calling
do you remember when we used to dance
and thread the light fantastic through treetops
and symbiotic meetings were perchance.

In between the pages of chapters
messages are written in the breeze
reflections refracted by sun and moonbeams
glowing in the stars and blossoming in the trees.

There are pauses in the hush of the evening
after midnight the air slows to a stroll
soft zephyrs seep lazily o’er the ocean
and magic spells melt into my soul.

The new breeze picks up in the morning
and stirs leaves and ripples the sea
I stand back and watch from my window
the moon dancing as I stand in her lee.

Out on the Bay breeze is generating
and moving young waves to the shore
splish splash and the clap of the breakers
then I hear her tip tap on my door.

I set sail and skip across waters
driven gently by the new breeze
I scud across waves in exultation
and weave my way through the broken seas.

I wake with a feeling of refreshment
sated by the breeze along the track
I’ve drifted through dreams in the nighttime
then in the morning I gently fly back.

©

David Rudder
24th December 2020

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