Tempest

Saturday, 3 February 2007

Night breeze

In still moments it happens...
out of the window...
leaves just out of reach rustle,
wafts of wind softly swirl around you,
play with your tresses
earthy aromas assail your consciousness
in the stillness you hear a faint song
it beckons.
dreams deep within leap and play with the breeze
the coolness blends with the heat of your skin,
you lean towards the tantalising teasing...
a tingling warmth spreads through your being
every fleeting touch of the warm draft,
every whisper of life,
every scent of the earth
hightens your senses.
The song more familiar now
comes from far away over some hills
it catches a symphony burried deep
unhesitant your soul dances
you smile within you
awaiting the hand
whose caress lighter than the breeze
whose whisper a kiss
whose scent an intoxication
just then the night air whispers a little secret
a secret you believe hypnotised, seduced
you smile within you
your heart tells you
your kiss, your whisper, your intoxication
will be waiting...
the next time you open the window.
in still moments it happens...
you smile within you
in defiant yet inevitable surrender
you embrace the promise of the night.

Posted by Pavitra :: 10:51 :: 6 comments