Tempest sweeps as tempestuous weeps
across the arid dessert so dry.
For I await a gentle breeze to part her lips
I am so still in the silence
I can count every heart beat.
I pray for fair winds to kiss my wings,
what is a bird with no wind under its wing?
(IT IS I)
For I await awaking to ride upon a star.
Exhale my longing, speak softly to soul.
Exhalant my Love, send my soul to the stars
Randy Hogan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kiss-me-under-the-stars/
