Wind Chaser

Ocean blue eyes

I once only knew

Now I experience

Evening shade, morning light

She came to me in a dream

Like my ancestor’s heritage

She came to me down the rolling path

Bandaged my wounded heart

Tree roots

Keeps me grounded

Her river flows

Keeps me flooded

Her hair like golden sun

Traced upon my silver armor

I dance around her footprints

Sunken deeply,

Her soft body, a pillow’s ultimate envy

She keeps my every day existence at bay

Makes my heart tick,

Never skipping a skipped beat

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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