In the Wind--Collaboration With Casarah Nance
I heard my name in the wind where the willows do weep,
Such a moment of bliss I will evermore keep.
For I sat in the silence, just a moment or two,
With paper and pen, thinking only of you.
Then I scrolled out a verse, a most delicate rhyme,
Unaware of the hour; unconcerned with the time.
Till my eyes were made blurry by the sun through the trees,
As the sweet-smelling jasmine arrived on the breeze.
So I took in a breath, just as well as your heart;
It was beating for all, and no longer a part.
Then your touch, as the grass, teased my delicate skin--
Such sweet innocence this; or such wonderful sin.
Ah, the earth is our playground; our home is the sky,
As I proudly remarked, "Look how high we can fly!"
Thus I give you my love, may it evermore keep...
Hear the wind in the willows? They no longer weep!
Collaboration: Mel Merrill and Casarah Nance
05/12/14
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