Whisperings

Blue becomes you
Pale blue like the sky
That almost fades to white on the horizon
Ethereal
Like you
The still cool breeze caressing the warmth
Of an early spring day
Green awakening
As I
As if from a dream
Your real and your not
But I feel stirrings
The thought of you trailing wildflowers in my mind
Whispering -
Oh
And when your near
Sunlight dancing in your hair
Love draws its breath
As lovers do
Before slipping outside of time
Lost within a kiss
Surely on some sun dappled trail
Amid lilacs and the pines
Where sparrows fly
Your touch will find mine
And held closer than close
Beneath the boughs
Our eyes will speak that which needs no words
Before lingering again
In the sweet dream of your kiss