How I wish the miles of white-capped hues
Were less blue, perhaps a mile or two
I’d love to stroll the sands of time with you
to meet you face to face when summer winds blow
and to touch softly with fingers, a sacred trace
'pon lips I’ve longed and dreamed to know.
To curl up in your warm embrace
and thrill to you as heartbeats race;
togaze upon your handsome face
It is all I think of when summer winds blow,
beguiled by your sweet loving soul,
and you feel it too, I surely know.
Don’t you know how I’ve savored your words as mine?
read your lyrics and danced to secret songs in time
O' Master of words and most delicate rhyme;
When summer winds blow, you are found in my heart
though miles and depth of oceans keep us apart,
but what am I to do with dreams
o’er miles and miles of misty blue?
© 2016 Cheryl Koko Koomoa (All rights reserved)
