(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Your Love Is The Wind

YOUR LOVE IS THE WIND

Your love
is the wind

that passes
through trees

sets them murmuring
to themselves

the secrets of my heart

or the wind
in wheat

undulating across
fields

a golden sea
as if alive

moved
(moving me)

your love
the wind

that takes
my heart

tosses it
in the air

& laughs
laughs

as it scampers
here & there

at your
slightest whim

until
like a leaf

it lies

settled
quiet & still

becalmed
on your palm

overcome
with tenderness.

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Comments (3)

I...just...love...this! It is so...so...beautiful. Your poetry is just love itself. Beautiful! love Dee Dee
Oh wow.... sublime imagery! ! ! My fav line is 'undulating across fields, a golden sea, as if alive'. The times I've marvelled at whole fields of crops (barley) that wave about in the wind and give it that sea-like quality, you really brought that to life. Aside from that the whole poem is beauty personified. Love it. (Oh yes, can I stop now? Gushing that is! Sorry!) HG: -) xx
i love this poem it is so awesome! ! ! !