James Hurley Poetry: Intoxicating?

My Baton

A Poem by James Hurley

 

The wind blows softly across your face

Stealing a kiss

Vanishing as fast

As she appeared

The shade cools

The sun pulls you

Like the needle of a compass

Your heart surrenders

Effortlessly,

Gladly.

The honey suckle

Winds its way

Past your nostrils,

Your brain,

Your mind

As I raise my baton,

The orchestra

Adds the final intoxicating effervescence

To this symphony

Entitled

“your life?"

 

Wow, I am drunk again. Thanks, James.