Air & Dreams

I sit in awe
            of the air.
Though with  eye not seen
            still it is there.
Ever present
           as my breath declares.
Stirred mind and spirit
              as nature shares.
And though not seen
             at times does move,
Wind is birthed
             and breeze does soothe…
Trees sway and wave.
             Fields of grass dance.
An eagle soaring with it
            declare their secret romance.
From where it comes and goes
           it need not be told,
Only that it is here
          the air comforts our soul.
With wonder I think
          of  words this day spoken
that in the air, riding winds
          carry dreams unbroken.
As the air moving, alive ,
          the dreams too will be,
believing hearts holding  
         and never failing to “see“.
 As air moving becomes wind,  
         minds moving  create
Hopes to be reached for,
         joy to take.
Though with eye not seen
         still they are there,
I sit in awe ,
         Of dreams ,and the air….

Reviews

[samantha]

Very well writin indeed :)

[Jola]

Ing, it is no dream ... a beautiful poem
Greetings Jola

[just is]

With wonder I think
of words this day spoken
that in the air, riding winds
carry dreams unbroken.

Love these lines here, this is wonderful, sad, and beautiful.