On the breath of a whispered wind does
her voice echo through the night
Only to land on the tired hands of a
lover she has never met.
Easing his heart from thousand miles away
he searches the night sky for glimpse of the real.
To feel his soul and give hope to the day’s end.
Caught by the sent of her perfume lifting its head
sifting and drifting along the silent stream of consciousness.
Like butterflies drawn to the sweet fragrance of clover fields.
He lay still waiting for her, waiting for his lovers words
Yet they are just echoes…
Echoes in the night.