By, Crystal S. Kauffman, Staff Writer
The golden leaves are blowing,
A crystal blue river is flowing,
Birds are singing just above,
As I look for the perfect love.
The wind is blowing in my ear,
Is that your gentle voice I hear?
I look around only to see,
No one is standing close to me.
The sun is shining along the river,
Cooling air makes my body quiver.
I feel your warm and loving embrace,
But, the sunlight hides your face.
Only a moment will pass,
Will the peaceful feeling last?
I feel you touch my soul again,
Are you speaking through the wind?
©Crystal S. Kauffman, 2010