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WHISPERS IN THE WIND
THE WEARINESS OF LIFE HAS NO WILL,
NEVER TO DENY THEIR PLEASURES IN THE
FRESH AND SIMPLE MORNING LIGHT.
LET THE WINDS AT DAWN THAT ARE BLOWING
FROM YOUR FINGERTIPS FALL,
RINGING IN COMPLETE DELIGHT,
AND IN LOVING SO ALL THE MOODS
IN YOUR CHANGING FACE THAT
GLITTERS FROM THE MOONLIGHT
AND FLASHES INTENSE BENEATH THE
MYRIAD STARS AND THEN GLOWS
HAPPY IN YOUR SAD EYES.
AS THE AFTERNOON CLOUDS ARE
IN DARK MASSES
SPREADING BEFORE MY EYES,
THROUGH THE ENDLESS PASSAGES OF LIGHTS,
WHERE THE HOURS ARE SO BRIEF
IN THE WINDS WHISPERS FADIND
FADING INTO...
THE PRUSSIAN BLUE SKIES.
HOW MANY OF US HAD LOVED
YOUR BRIEF MOMENTS OF RADIANT AND
OPEN GRACE,
AND ALSO HAD LOVED THE SORROWS
OF YOUR CHANGING FACES
AND YOUR WORLD IS SO SILENT
AND MUTE UPON ME
UNCONFESSED TOO AS
THE MESSAGES BEHIND
YOUR EYES.
Ladydp2000
copyright@2000
Dorian, I liked this poem,especially the title,it has a title that makes you want to read the poem. Smart! Floreann :-)
Dorian I enjoyed this poem very much. You hit right on the head what love is. Love is a hard thing to write about in one way and in another way it is so easy. Love has many different sides and we all look at it differently. Thank you for sharing with all of us. God bless you.