Naiad 1975 - Lake-Sumter Community College

A Mental Indiscretion
I love to feel the wind
blow cool on my face
and wildly through my hair.
It is so free.
You cannot see the wind
but yet it is there.
And it.is beautiful -as it
dances through the flowers
and whispers quietly through
the pines.
It sways all of the yellows,
and blues, and greens of
the world.
And gives them a certain vitality
which is not there after
the breeze diminishes.
Just think- if there were no wind,
how could there be sailboats
and kites.
And even nature would suffer. For
then the sea would have no
waves; the flowers no dance;
and the trees no whisper.
All of the voiceless things in nature
would have no way of expressing
themselves
Except through blossoms, and leaves
and depth, which is beautiful
but somehow not quite the same.
You can not touch the wind.
You can not hold it in your
hand or place it in a box.
Yet it can touch you. It will
kiss your face and caress
your hair.
It can be warm and exciting
or can blow with all
the roth in heaven.
There is every bit of beauty
one could imagine in the
wind and it adds beauty
to everything it touches.
Morji Creech
Diamonds on black velvet
A ring of silver light
In the meeting of our eyes
The depth of the skies
Forever . .. .
Terri Barnett
Love is Three colors:
Yellow, for the sunshiney happy love.
Red, for everything is just Roses.
And Blue, for when it hurts the most.
Without a word being spoken,
of those formed in the almost hidden
recesses of our thoughts,
We talked.
Idle chatter, nothing more, as well
you might imagine
had you heard us.
But, as we looked into each other's eyes,
those unspoken words,
as soundless .as a falling snowflake,
tumbled forth.
And when we parted, recalling nothing,
really,
of the idle chatter,
We knew, that for a moment
we had been lovers.
Harald R. Lorimer
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