Written On The Wind

When this poets' words came in
my sight,
I read each one into the night.
How powerful is this pens' might
capturing me until dawns' light.
Then, having need to know her
heart
exuding warmth; as if, to start
A fire from embers long thought
dead
became alive with flames, instead,
as shadows danced inside my
head
in cadence to words still unread.
Then, from a place I have never
seen
came these feelings, so serene.
My heart fell deep, my mind flew
high,
rainbows replaced darkened
skies.
Could it be this lady sought me
out,
writing poems to ease my doubt?
Perhaps, the sun might shine
once more
to brighten this mans' lonely
shore.
How shocked to find these lips
could smile,
soon to find just for a while.
Seems, even a poets' words will
end
when only written on the wind.