expressions in lilies
by Trifee Miaco

I see the color of green in the fields and I dream...
Moments, capturing delight, soaring in height,
Of feelings out of sight. And I wonder, and I ponder.
Can I touch the wind and whisper your name?
Like circles in the sand, I am going around.
Molded in shapes of art, of impressions.
And in your laughter I dwell, blissful.
Filled with these inner visions.
And words playfully dance.
Like tomorrow never comes.
Next time I hear the murmur of the wind, I shall sing.
And in humble tunes I shall express this longing.
The need to hear your voice again ...

© Trifee Miaco