he never would understand
the longings of his heart
whenever a thought of her
would flit through his mind
does she think of me
when I dream of her
does she utter my name
in the silence of the night?
he asks those things
to the cool wind
as it sways the leaves
in the summer’s dawn
it creates a song
hush has fallen
silencing his thoughts
I would chase the wind, said he
until I arrive at the place
of my destiny
there he went
to the chamber of his dreams
waiting to be received
at the threshold
of her heart.
Thanks Eunice for liking this poem. :) Oh, thanks too for bringing to my attention about the article "at." That must have escaped my eye. :)
Belle
http://www.short-poetry.blogspot.com
I really like this poem.It has a sort of wistful feel to it.
Just one thing though....you have written "arrive to the place".It should be "arrive at the place" to be grammatically correct.Shame to spoil a good poem.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.
I have read many of your works and found them to be very enjoyable! I am new to this site and just now getting aquainted. Please visit me sometime and let me know how you feel about what you see of me. I will look forward to reading more! Lesa