12/24/2010

~ Magical Winds ~














Spiritual winds dance between the bond as love flows,
The moving sea fills each other's cup between the shores of their souls under moonlit nights,
Hearts blend, yet not too near, time left alone, fantasy and dreams grow to become clear,
The attraction founded by destiny, time under sparkling stars and mist, a first kiss,
To depths only the sweet smell of mother nature knows,
When love finds the other soul, it moves close but travels slow,
The four winds move them together as the heart beats grow,
Aching to touch from across the room,
Hearts begin to dance, flower and bloom.

~ William Wooding ~ ©

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