The wind murmured of your embrace,
soft sighs that danced through time and space.
My soul could feel your warmth unfold,
a quiet fire, both bright and bold.
Alone, I wait for joy untold,
to soothe the ache my heart still holds.
Then came your tale a whispered art,
of man, of woman, worlds apart.
I yearn to listen, to truly see,
to feel your presence calling me
©shamaya
S