The wind whispers whimsical words,
teases me with swirling gust.
Nature professes… squirrels and birds
chirp and chatter, stir the dust.

Branches bend, sway; leaves rustle still
just to remind me again
that though you’re gone, you’ll always fill
my life with what we had then.

~ ~ ~
But I don’t want what’s always been.
This time I need something more.
~ ~ ~

Tell me you love me with your voice.
Tell me you’ll hold me tonight.
Tell me you’d make a different choice
in the warmth of tomorrow’s light.

Fly here, find me forever yours.
Let’s sit silently with stars,
and let our minds speak of the hours,
dappled days of dreams all ours.