ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Books, Literature, and Writing

This Wind (poem)

Updated on September 7, 2014

What is this wind came over me

Which whispered to my memory

Of all the things that used to be

Mere dreams until you set them free

-

Spring flowers promise scent of you

With summer’s nights a kiss or two

And fall’s moon teach us what to do

In winter love’s arms see us through

-

A gift which life has sent to me

Now every thought makes room for two

Without your smile that just won’t do

A special song which love set free

-

Now every heart beats only you

And every wish a memory

I pause to think how can this be

To live a dream until it’s through

-

And as I dream from time I’m free

This mix of now and used to be

Each kiss refreshing memory

It’s you this wind came over me

Comments

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Just love this poem. Pearling and passing on.

    • vkwok profile image

      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

      This was a lovely and sweet poem you've spun for us, Martin!

    • MsDora profile image

      Dora Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

      Wow! Beautiful, sweet poetry. The thought of that wind at work brings on shivers.

    • janshares profile image

      Janis Leslie Evans 3 years ago from Washington, DC

      A sweet, sweet spirit in this place, comes in the form of wind and memory. Up and beautiful. Thank you mhatter99 :)