#322 The breeze was waiting for me
The breeze was waiting for me
On the balcony, breathing
A new life, a new hope
I was already bereaving
It came unannounced
As if I asked her to denounce
Its presence shaken to a mere ounce
To which I could not pronounce
For on the whims of a swing
It bounced off and singed
Dancing to my hymns
Silencing the gloom and its dims
I craved it to be
A gentle caressing me
Asking nothing as a fee
And leaving as soon as it met me
The tear dropped
To welcome its essence and then hopped
To a new balcony to meet
That which said it doesn’t need a greet
For in the gaze of an eternal rest
All became well and beyond any test
The breeze claimed the breath
And in its haste scolded the chest
To open anew and wait
For a breeze to come and sate
The trap already set as bait
To test the will for all of its fate.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
I loved the quiet atmosphere of this poem. The breeze feels less like weather and more like a gentle companion arriving exactly when it is needed. My favorite lines were “I craved it to be / A gentle caressing me / Asking nothing as a fee,” because they capture that longing for comfort without demands. At times the rhyme seems to guide the wording more than the image itself, but the overall feeling remains tender and reflective. Thank you for sharing another beautiful heartbeat.