Humanist Hymnal Project




In the breezes of my mind
I see your smile
Sparking pleasant roaming
I see your eyes
glowing embers of passion
Many thoughts blow through
The rooms of memories
I pleasantly run through
The curtains closing them
I can visit again
There are windows and doors
Windows let me see the scenes
Doors let me enter the play
We leave them all open
To add another act in our lives
Cool breezes of love
Blowing through doors, windows, and rooms
Cool breezes of love
The wind intertwines our passion
Feeding the flame of desire

--© 2008 Maira Benjamin; used with permission