Passionate Caress.

So often in those moments when I don’t expect a thing
A gentle breeze of fairy dust will clip me with her wing.
A silent call to ponder if this passionate caress
Has given me a promise that I couldn’t even guess.

I wish that I could see her, but exactly like the air
It’s only what she does to me that proves that she was there.
And no amount of guessing can reveal just where she flew
But she must be caressing someone else and maybe you.

Of course that’s what I’m wishing- that this very special breeze
Will light upon your loveliness caressing you with ease.
And giving you this wonder I’m so fortunate to feel-
Convincing you that fairy dust is something very real.

And just in case your sadness makes it difficult to see
The beauty and the wonder that you hear about from me...
I’m making you this promise-if you only take my hand
One touch from a believer and I know you’ll understand.

John H. Bidwell