Whisper of a gentle breeze
The sound to me is like a dog whistle
just beyond what I can hear.
A whisper I feel more than hear
against the side of my face.
Gentle as a light breeze,
words left unsaid are like that.
Merely a caressing thought
that murmurs beyond consciousness.
Looking across the fields and beyond
where sound seems to form eddies,
expanding and contracting being
absorbed into the soil,
where thoughts seem to grow.
I sit, waiting until I hear.
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Beautiful raskin
Raskin I love to feel the breeze on my face and the wind in my hair,the caress of nature makes one feel alive, the breeze for a caress and the wind is invigorating. and sounds, awake your senses that only one can hear and feel, meditating on their own well written from Willow
thank you
for taking the time to read and comment. We had a warm day finally here. raskin
Gentle breeze... Strong gusty Words
Raskin this exelent...
It flows smoothly and it has masterfully selected words ansd phrazes ...I especially like these three lines:
words left unsaid are like that.
Merely a caressing thought
that murmurs beyond consciousness.
Keep up the great qwork ... Sorry I've been a stranger to you recently!
Ray
yea, thanks
for the comment. It is interesting when someone leaves something unsaid or a guess and read my mind, I've never been good at that. I've been thinking about that lately. raskin