Rewrite and companion piece to ‘to own a breeze’
It’s there on the wind
Can you hear it ?
There on the wind, the hint of murmured voice, worn
like the farewell scent of lost love fading with the dawn.
Or perhaps pieces,
remnants of infant dream’s slow pirouette across the sky
full of love and hope set free with new life’s first cry.
Is it thought I hear ?
There on the wind, the drone of lost memory movie clips,
like languid windmill sail turns and leaf umbrella drips.
Or perhaps desires,
in silk butterfly bows flown from a still heart on warm air,
delicate winged echoes of longing we can all briefly share.