The gentle wind stirs memories of old
Taunting significant words left untold...

Lips gently brush mine
Essence of eternal kiss...

Searching and craving for somewhere to abide
My fate; at the doorstep to reside...

~Before you read this poem, I just want to tell...
Healing words to embrace the cold...

Don’t leave your touch
Lingering upon my skin...

Trodden path, thou layeth ahead
An easy path for weary feet...

The salty sea wind refreshes my yearning
I’m off to a world unknown...

Seeping through my own hourglass
These are the last sands falling through...

This poem is called a Nonet. It has nine lines...
Do breathe on me through thy parted lips...

Do you, dear poet, recall to mind
Where such passion began its endeavor...