The Breeze Poem by Wayne Ruff

The breeze floated into the room,
Like a small scented gust blown through angels lips,   the meloncoly but veracious wind

it blows the bells of a church chapel at night and still it corressess baby's cheeks with the softness of warmth,

Still it be the same wind that rummages through the nest of a new born dove,
And yes the same squall that raises the same dove to its glorious heights with age,

Be it not the anger of the wind that causes destruction & devastation
But change
Sent from the edge of time to bring another along to there suggested place in time

The living and breathing air filling its wind filled chariot
Wind is a feeling and I say feel the wind for the wind feels you
Breath from the fullness of life for indeed wind is life.