Written On The Wind

When this poet's words cam in my sight

I read each one into the night

How powerful this pens' might

capturing me until dawns' light

Then having need to know his heart

exuding warmth, as if to start

A fire from ember long through dead

became alive with flames, instead,

as shadows danced inside my head

in cadence to word still unread.

Then, from a place I have never seen

cam these feelings, so serene.

My heart fell deep, my mind flew high,

rainbows replaced darkened skies.

Could it be this gent sought me out,

writing poems to ease my doubt?

Perhaps, the sun might shine once more

to brighten this woman's' lonely shore.

How shocked to find these lips could smile,

soon to find just for a while

Seems, even a poets' words will end

when only written on the wind.