Idle talk, in the breeze -

Listening, yet at heart 

desire is shaken, stirred, mixed and blurred.

Echoing back I have not -

A slight clippity clap

with a rip and a rap,

beating on a heart chord. 

Tending to dawn, 

listening till day's end,

it's presence, spastic, looming with the wind.

Grasping to a desire, I grow near,

trying to surrender

among the burden of beating bonds.  

A youthful heart has been strummed, 

anticipating thunderclouds to come -

Play, surrounding home front's doorway. 

On demi point, sharing her breathe,

she lays out a narrative -

I advance, with a view to let go.