Poetry of Heart
Sometimes it seems I know you not at all.
I know you, as the wind knows a tree
When it floats through its leaves
But brushes onward, without making mark,…
As if it did only whisper by as a thought
And then is gone,
As if it had never been.
Yet to feel,
To feel as the earth feels the rain
On a warm spring day,
When the clouds are sparse
And the sun shines like from heaven
Through their billows, to touch the ground.
Tell me how to make the wind pause,
For you to breathe it as the air,
To be soaked in as a part of your being.
Tell me how I might make mark upon you.
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