Floating Whispers in the Wind

The rains have subsided their outpouring cries
only the dampness of their tears remain.
Puddles of poodles line the uneven sidewalk
and kittens fill potholes on the boulevard.

This night is still, still with only traces of
hints of whispers in the light breeze.
I shiver uncontrollably in places from love
or is it merely a floating zephyr passing by?

Shshshshshshhhhhhh...and I listen to the night.
Ethereally, my soul bears the whispers;
the whispers that float on wings of being
of being in love with a special woman.
Her heart has quietly determined that I and I
alone, am the one.

Only the traffic outside keeps me from
from the astral realm where my spirit
might grow to like...too much.
Yet, I cannot help but want to float away
away to her domicile to embrace her where she
sleeps...where she dreams.
Just one time, just once, Please!
If only there was a way for me
to caress her soul, touch her heart, intimately
embrace her spirit and hear her floating whispers...
in the wind.

Suffice it to say, I cannot accomplish this;
I am confined to the distance in acreage
by only my mortal shell.
If only there was a way............
to love her from afar
to make love to her,
to intimately love her spirit
by way of a floating whisper in the wind...

Perhaps,
perhaps by perchance or imagination
I can make the attempt through
my dreams
and
catch her floating ...

whispers in the wind.