Gentle Breeze

Lying here with windows wide open.
A gentle breeze carries in the evening air.
Scented, the spring time dogwoods are in bloom.
Leaves rustle in the sway of evening breezes.
Night noises, lovers sing, hunters stalk their prey.
Full moon, silver light, colors distorted,
Mosaic patterns fall across the bed.

The candle flames protest the invasion,
Flickering, the dresser, marred with hot wax.

A cool damp sheet clings to my body.
I feel cold, except where you touch my skin.
Holding your body gently in my arms.
In this strange light, I feel your peaceful sleep,
I listen to the rhythm of your breath.
Sounds begin to fade, following your lead, 
I begin to breathe in rhythm with you
As the gentle breeze steals my consciousness.


David Gray