Whispers

The wind whispers in the breeze

Of wild seeds still to come

A heart bleeds of passion that it knows not

Yet must soon succumb

The soul whispers in the air

To the world that awaits

Of uninhabited desire for existence

That ne'er translates

The mind whispers in the realm

For the possibilities of survival

To savor each and every intention 

And time of arrival

The spirit whispers to the heart

Of all the urgencies of mortality

With thoughts still lingering

Regarding the vitality

I feel your essence there in the reason

And know you are my every season