Today it seems that I am free
To travel as I wish
To places I have never been
But know they do exist.
To find that soft and gentle kiss
Of a salty ocean air
As gentle breezes slowly tease
Their fingers through my hair.
Searching out the warming sand
Each precious grain runs through my hand
Awaiting the moment; that rhythmic glide
Of waves that accompany an incoming tide.
And at the end of this dreamer’s day
Under life’s wing, content, I will stay
Listening to the sounds of Spring
Sharing its sweet, silent whispering.
Whispers In The Wind 