Sunday, August 13, 2017

Blow O Wind...

Blow O wind to where my loved one is
Touch him and come touch me soon.
I’ll feel his gentle touch through you
And meet his beauty in the moon.
These things are much for the one who loves
One can live by them alone:
That he and I breathe the same air
And that the Earth we tread is one.


1 comment:

dianne said...

Hello dearest C.B., I see you have called by just recently, I'm sorry I did not have a poem for you. I hope you enjoy these words from Ramayana which are far more beautiful than any poem I could compose. Please take care dear one, much love, your friend Dianne. X