hey breeze
prelude to a nocturne
all things conspire
to make this our night of love.
classically speaking, all is in place,
a starry night, cool air,
a breeze coming in lightly
through our open windows,
candles lit, music softly playing,
dinner nicely settled, wine
working its quiet magic,
your loveliness working its own magic,
and if I can mange
to avoid saying something critical,
some little passing remark which cuts,
we will love this night away.
hey breeze
hey breeze, come down, talk to me
send me a cloud, a puffy white cloud,
i read clouds, i learned how when i sat
on the mountain top with han shan,
sipping tea, and he—so intent
on listening that by proximity i learned
to hear clouds—and his belly-laugh,
and yours, where is it? come down,
talk to me, bring me a story,
finish what you began—two distant clouds
that met and made a joyful noise,
crackling lightning all the while—
hey breeze, i want to hear, and if you tell
of overcast, so be it, tell of that as well
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-12-12 at 14:52
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