An Invisible Invite

Should I only see you, o breeze,

In the dance of the trees,

In your kiss on my neck, that lingers,

In the caress of your faint fingers,

In birds that climb the skies,

In the dreaminess of eyes,

In the fragrance of a flower,

In the glimpse of wildfire’s power,

In the simmering pot on the stove,

In the sound of distant voices I love?

Won’t you, won’t you come my way

And smile in words that take the breath away?