The sun shone today, <br />leaving a ray of hope on the pillow. <br />Caressed gently by the warm breeze, <br />I pretend to sleep. <br /> <br />Lying here next to you, <br />I listen, hearing your shallow breath. <br />Content to watch an angel, <br />slowly emerge from secret dreams. <br /> <br />In the distance outside, <br />passed the blue faded window sill, <br />amongst the bloom of the honeysuckle <br />I hear the hummingbirds dance. <br /> <br />Thirsting for the sweet taste, <br />of a nectar reserved for them. <br />Attracted by the color and scent, <br />longing for the reward it seeks. <br /> <br />Their beating wings give away the secret, <br />the intent of their longing desire. <br />Never tiring in the search, <br />until it has tasted them all. <br /> <br />Laying silently, as if lifeless <br />a man hoping to believe it has become real. <br />Searching for the reasons why we try, <br />not understanding this wall we’ve built. <br /> <br />A westerly wind whistles through the screen <br />moving sheer curtains as waves of the sea. <br />And as I pray for the sun to continue to shine, <br />I hear the distant rolling of the thunder.<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hummingbird-4/
