Soul’s Rustles…

Rustles of wind in the air, morning breeze brought you along,
Swishing, whispering, rustling, the wind had perfume of you in the air,
Like a morning primrose bloom, the wind brought heart’s prayer,
All the way from far across the land, the wind brought you along.

With your pretty pitter patter dainty little feet,
You draw a mastero’s brush streak as an aesthetic treat,
Like the early morning dream you make me yearn,
To fly high like you, in the higher sky, I too want to learn.

Like the sun’s ray at dawn and dusk that glitter,
A warm welcome my sky gives to your flutter,
And as the sun slowly slides down yonder deep,
You caress the branches of the nature’s green to sleep.

The soul heard your song in the wind carried across like a flute,
The Piper singing his song, in the far away land of desert roses,
The wind carried you home back to me in the form of a fragrant poises,
For the time froze and waited for the blissful union in mute.