Here Here am I, wandering, searching for you, longing for your touch. I gather the seconds; and I plant them in water, letting them take root in my soul. Opaque petals of time and distance create a bouquet of solemnity. I wash my dreams in a river of tears, and let them drift to the water's edge. Along a balustrade of trees, green tongues of grass speak softly, whispering in the wind, squatting in silence. Searching for you, eyes water, weeping, here. Whisper In The Wind A whisper in the wind is so fleeting. We can't hold on to the dreams of yesterday and forget our tomorrow. Footprints fall down separate paths, two long shadows connected as one. Memories fall from the lips of a cloud. Dreams are replanted in a veiled garden, constant reminders of yesterday. I worship their fragility, as they whisper in the wind, their breath smelling of rain. They whisper the name of yesterday, my lover, my god, gone. Illumination Bright, brilliant falling star, wingéd warrior rushing from heaven. Shade and shadow and night cannot extinguish your flame. You tear off a piece of the moon, set sail upon the wind, and rain down wearing a crown of illumination. You plummet into the breast of the sea, a lamp in the chamber of her heart, burn her inimitable depths, and then faint and fall away. Every now and then, we can glimpse your crown, under the waves, reflected by the moon. Copyright © 2005 Linda Marie Van Tassell. May not be reproduced or distributed in any manner without permission. All Rights Reserved.