If I might drift as mist or a gentle breeze,
I’d seek to rest upon your quiet knee;
Like morning vapours moving through the trees,
Your touch would calm the heavy tides in me.
You’d smooth my hair as twilight strokes the hill,
A sudden hush, like petals folding closed;
In that soft union, safe and deep and still,
My heart would bloom where all its longing grows.
For love, when joined with earth’s abiding grace,
Outshines the stubborn sun in noonday sky;
It relaxes the wind’s unhurried pace,
And teaches drifting clouds where they should lie.
So let me be the breeze that seeks your side—
For in your warmth, the wandering winds abide.
