Whispering Sighs

When the cold crispy, night air
Kisses your cheek
As life's
Sensual sensibilities
Become obliquely oblique
As you then kiss
The moonlit sky
Then drift, and wander
And wonder why
As you dream
A myriad dreams
Of faraway days
As your soul traverses
A moonlit haze
Then stop, and question
And wonder why
At the meanings
Of your dreaming's
In a moonlit sky
It is time perhaps
To awaken
And open your eyes
To find that true love
That hides within, whispering sighs

by Jemia