Sixth Sense
When the breeze runs past my face
I can smell the fragrant jasmine in the air
Fresh blossoms
That don't give a care
The breeze ruffles my hair
Swirling strands into my face
Tickling my nose
Making me smile
The taste of strawberries
On the tip of my tongue
Eternally sweet
Leaving me longing for another
I hear the mating call
Of a lonely dove
The sorrowful rise and fall
Of the notes singing for love
I see the dove fly by
In search of his one true love
Soaring across the sky
Flying high above
But I have a sixth sense
A sense that makes me more aware of all the other senses
Exhilarating me
The sixth sense is you
 Time_Continues · Sat Dec 15, 2007 @ 08:19pm · 0 Comments |
