Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Kisses Upon The Wind
My precious lady do you feel
my sweet kisses as the wind
gently caresses your cheek?
As the waves roll upon the
lake shore can you hear my voice?
When the full moon rises above
the gently rolling hills can
you sense my presence in its
soft and quiet light?
And my precious lady do you
hear nature extol the beatitudes
of my great love for you?
Donavon Scott Vinson