Is it possible for the silence of the wind to echo the whisper of love and not be heard?
My prose poems have been published in the winds that carry them into the dreams of a lonely woman to learn of my deepest secrets.
She quietly reads each line with a humble, faithful heart…savoring the mystical flavor of love in her memory before falling asleep.
So magical are my words that in an awe-inspiring way, I can feel her lips dancing with mine among each written stanza.
So enchanted is her imagination that even multiple pangs of distress are removed from her heart when she sees a flower blooming in her image before the throne of love.