#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King.

Whispers of secrets, enchanting and free,
In the twilight's embrace, they danced with glee,
Softly they whispered tales of ancient lore,
As moonbeams painted patterns on the forest floor.

The breeze gently whispered of love's sweetest song,
A melody woven, gentle and strong,
Each word like a feather, caressing the air,
Carried by zephyrs with a tender care.

As petals of dreams fell from the starry night,
The swing swayed in rhythm, bathed in pale moonlight,
Time stood still, suspended in a hushed embrace,
Lost in a moment, a tranquil sacred space.

In anticipation, the heart skipped a beat,
Eager for the King, his presence so sweet,
The wind carried hopes, an ethereal plea,
To bring forth the King, as promised to be.

Under the tree's branches, a crown of leaves,
Awaited the King, who all sorrows relieves,
And as the wind whispered, the moment drew near,
A regal presence approaching, void of all fear.

The swing gently swayed, a dance in the night,
As the King emerged, bathed in golden light,
Eyes filled with kindness, a smile so divine,
His touch brought solace, like honeyed wine.

The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King, your heart took flight,
In the realm of dreams, where love finds its might.

© bitter_sweeett_