Thursday, May 3, 2012

Whispering Winds

Whispering Winds

Leaves whispering through the wind
Reminders of our growing love
Branches of trees must bend
When they notice merging way above

Chords of chirping
Singing love songs
Sounds of remembering
The note of where I belong

And it's with you.
And it's true.
I'm plugged onto your heart.
Unplugging us is paint with no art.

Spontaneous Session 4