Little Feather Feet

the wind runs all over me
with little feather feet
like the telepathic breezes
blowing when we meet

knowing what you're thinking
kmowing how you feel
knowing that we resonate
knowing that it's real...

the Sun's rays
penetrate my skin
warm me to the bone
it's like when you are in

my solar plexus
and also in my heart
standing on the edge
waiting for the start...

the smell of all that's growing
flowers, trees and grass
permeates the air I breathe
stirring all the past

memories which have faded
disappeared in mist
now vivid recollections
from their perfumes' kiss...