By Linda Tenney
Date: 8 December 1997

Whispered on the Wind

The memory of you
wafts gently across my mind.
For a moment it lingers,
an ethereal songbird
singing to my soul.
The elusive melody
I cannot grasp
for how can you hold
the wind?
It carries your song
far and away,
the delicate strains
slowly fading.

Last night I dreamt of you
tip-toeing through my heart.
From each foot-fall
a thousand blossoms sprang.
If somehow I could capture
your essence
and apply it to myself
each day,
you’d fill my senses
to overflowing,
never more than
a breath away.