the wind whispers a sultry symphony making my eyes ache and my bones shudder i think of misty mornings and limpid blues i swim in thought and dream in color i quake with apprehension then leap with ecstasy the sun beats golden lances of heat on my sere skin i am borne of flight and sorrow and words the trees tell me their secrets in hushed allegro you are the naked seed in this garden of my soul you fruit, you grow, you blossom you are my friend.