In the breeze

If I sent my heart to you on a breeze,
gales and gusts asail,
dreaming all the while of snow and jasmine.
The taste and smell of memories renewed.

Dreams are Dreams,
Wishes are wishes.
Let the petals fall,
they dont tell the future,
and my eyes will see it all.

Untill then, my lips will tremble,
with an unknown kiss,
the trepidation,
of hope, and fear,
will it be acceptance, or
of rejection.

Promise

To catch it among the clouds, bathed in streams of gold and shining blue,
hold it close...
hold it true.