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The Night Wind
The night wind’s lonely cry Echoes through the dark trees, Searching, beckoning Calling to me.
I answer its cry With a wishful sigh, Wondering what it would feel like To touch the sky.
Softly, the wind of the night Caresses my face, Surprising me with Its gentleness and grace.
Soon, it has blown A strand of my hair free, Tossing it, Teasing me.
My dreams give me wings Soon I am flying high, Carried by the night wind Into the dark black sky,
I ride the night wind Through the endless night, My soul warmed By flickering starlight.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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