Breeze

Softly moving,
Caressing me with each breath
Carrying the scent of flowers,
Unidentified as yet.
Fanning the flames
Of my ardent desire
To simply stay and enjoy
The touch and interplay
Of sunlight and shadows
Moving at your will
Once again plying the floral
Fragrance of that yet to be seen
Blooming tree or bush
Playing it like a melody
Half-remembered and set
In a rhythm that only makes sense
If you stop and listen with
All your senses
To that gorgeous spring breeze.