be still

What is this thing I feel
As if at the very edges of a dream
A voice like whispers on the wind
The lightest touch of a cool breeze in the heat of the summer sun
From my daily tasks and duties I stop
Rest and be still in the wind

I hear it
I hear it again

A voice that carries in the petals of spring blossoms
Blown by the summer gusts
Dancing about the skin of my neck and kissing
Wait my lover
Wait for me
I close my eyes and listen
Spread my fingers in the air
Breathe her in