I hear the sound of whistling winds,
That wander athwart snowy hills;
From you to me, adjoining souls,
They sing the song of lifetimes joined.
Affections gust on lively breeze,
Across the valleys, hear my heart;
The echo of your whispering love,
Meets mine and thaws us from afar.
Across the distance, minds converge,
In yearning we unite once more;
We push and pull to confluence,
And join our lives in renascence.
Posted in Poetry Tagged hearts, life, Love, Nature, Passion, Poem, Poetry, rebirth, renaissance, renascence, snow, souls, Winter, yearning
Upon the winds of change
My experiences and yearnings are carried.
New vivacity fills my lungs, my totality.
Powerful currents push and pull,
Undressing, cleansing, launching.
The breeze sings an overture of opportunity.
Posted in Poetry Tagged change, cleansed, cleansing, Desire, independence, life, new, newness, opportunity, Poem, Poetry, self realization, self-discovery, winds of change, yearning