Breeze | Rocket Car 2003

I send my thoughts, my wishes out into the world,
floating on a breeze, carried alongside the scent of lilac
and the parachuting seeds
from a field of dandelions that have reached their prime.

I send my thoughts, my wishes out on a breeze
that will carry them far, far away from their place of origin;
my mind, my heart, my soul filled with longing for tomorrow.

I place my trust in the breeze,
child of the four winds,
world traveler,
keeper of secrets,
disseminator of truths.

I revel in the innocence of the breeze
and stand awed by its wisdom.

It makes love to me, tickling the hairs on my arm,
softly whispering in my ear dulcet visions of the future.

I call the breeze by name. Zephyra.

I send my thoughts, my wishes out into the world
on the wings of a bird
floating on the breeze called Zephyra,
waiting with sweet surrender
for the ripening of the dream.

Leslie Zemenek has her fingers in far too many pots. She is a professional hand analyst who dabbles in collage, fiber arts, writing and Morris dancing.