The soft breath of jasmine called you,
And you led me to its source --
To the edge of the street which we walked.
Amid the soft rustle of green leaves
White buds swayed in the breeze.
The fragrance spoke to you
of another time and place, you said --
An earlier epoch in your life.
To me it whispered promises --
Promises of the love sure to come --
The sweet inaudible secrets of hope and faith.
The whole earth smiled . . .
When the soft breath of jasmine called you.
copyright 2010, johnny carlson
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