Your Voice Calls In The Wind

   I will wash my face,
   In the morning breeze.

   I will lay my cheek,
   Upon your breast.

   I will drink the breath,
   Of your desire.

   And, the clouds shall
   Meet us, one by one.

   I will fling your hair aside,
   And taste your tender neck, once more.

   Then, we will ride and
   Ride it out together.

   Till the rain is snow,
   And, the night turns cold.

   The way is long and alone,
   But, we go.

   It leads to where, trees of pine
   That forever moans.

   Weight of their snow,
   But, we go.

   Your voice that calls,
   In the wind.

          / F /