Caught on a Breeze

Love from a distance...

A faint whisper of fate catches the tip of my finger,
a feather ballet dancing on a breeze.
Its essence of the finest silk, a salutation to
a tomorrow filled with serenity and a smile.

Talcum ease brushes over the night,
and we embrace in our distant desire.
We settle in for the memories of neverland
and hope for a destiny of togetherness.

And while hope is the bravest thing bearing inside…

Sanctioned with reality, our thoughts wander.
Our lips rise ever slight in the knowing.
Imagined destinies do not exist in forevermore.
Our kiss shall remain a faint whisper caught on a breeze.