Faniciful, Feverish, Whimsical Winds

Fanciful whims carried on feverish winds

In directions untold and unbound

Spirited wishes, oh the mind it rescinds

Searching for glory unfound

Promises of love held in honorable hands

Inevitably lost or dismayed

Slipping through fingers like the grains of the sands

Covering a heart long betrayed

Still desire is lifted by these yearning eyes

Climbing upward upon a ladder of dreams

'Tis the notion of hatred I do despise

For not all is that which it seems

In another hope lives among imagined clouds

From which the lighting doth dance

Illuminating potential long covered in shrouds

Leaving love's prospect to chance

Hidden away beneath lock and key

Intent on being a prisoner no more

Broken away and cast to the sea

Only to land upon a welcoming shore

Faith embraced in reassuring smile

Optimism found in a single heart beat

Softness of voice absent long for a while

Gives no evident cause for retreat

Oh fanciful whims, your winds now subdued

Spirited wishes to the mind are returned

From despair a lover's longing unglued

The reward of patience is finally earned

This romantic tale need not end in woe

For there are many gifts yet to receive

Juliet need not mourn her dear Romeo

If one simply dares to believe.

© J.J. Goodman 2014. All rights reserved.