THROUGH OUT THE AGES (CINQUAIN FORM)~by Heather Burns

 

 

THROUGH OUT THE AGES (CINQUAIN FORM)

The
ages blow
away past winds
dreams die like falling
stars

I
am ever
catching your name
in the winds of
time

Your
name refreshes
my heart beat
longing to have it
near

You
are like
a misty day
lying softly in my
arms

Your
lovely aura
long golden hair
falling gently upon my
chest

The
winds weep
whispering your name
lingering through out the
ages.

copyright by heather burns