~ Windswept Sands
of My Heart ~
a wild summer day I thought of you
As I looked steady up into the sky so blue.
The wind swept my face, and I blinked twice,
As my heart tightened just like a vise.
and hot, what thoughts are these
That come and go in this sultry summer breeze.
Am I confused or not, I do--but may not know,
Yet again, one thing I will certainly show.
That come and go as my fickle mind might do,
There will always be a kind place for you.
of my heart rushes a wind here and there.
A question now--but too much to bare.
Caught am I in this whirlwind heat,
A cherished memory that is, Oh, so sweet.
I look . . . but transfixed I may be
For a cool drop of drink from your sweet tea.
Through the windswept sands of my heart I do know
That you are precious, so kind, and I am too slow.
will this perilous and wild summer day bring?
A melodious tune. A ballad? A song I might sing?
Would that these days were more mine to own,
For I might from this desert try to build a home.
this struggling tumbleweed of a heart tries to shout;
The sands are windblown and I'm tossed about.
Without refuge or respite from the winds of change,
There doesn't seem to be relief from this heart exchange.
me--to be so very true, honest and free,
For as time unfolds over this windswept sea
There will be an answer for you and for me.
by M.G. Maness, August 1996
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