Hummingbird


Melodies of you exist in my mind and I have never met you,


Passion whisper’s your words; an I have only heard you once or twice,

I drift to dream of you, hoping that your music will become instilled in me, thinking thoughts of a love that days have yet not seen nor touched, but one day will,

Hearing such sweet sounds seduces my thoughts, and I have only heard you once today,

My humming bird, why do your mood of tranquility kiss me like such strong lips,


Your violin playing temp my body, mind and soul, and why do you exist only in my dreams,

I hum you

I wake to memories of images; the shape of you comforts me,
And a name I have never whispered drifts into everyday conversations,

In a distant, I see the roll coaster of green Irish hillsides, two lovers holding hand’s, engaging in the sweet comfort of each other,

Sun Beaming rays bursting through the clouds, I have only heard you once or twice,

Slowly you move to me, giving me more, an without conscious thought I drift into your world of long ago,

The present is not missed; it is only you Scott that pleasure’s me,

My moment of hunger is filled,

My humming bird, as days come, time passes, and memories are made; it is the love of temptation that beds me.