I Am the Wind
I am the wind
You cannot see me ,but you can feel me
breezin' gently through your hair
Brushin' slightly across your cheek
Whisperin' softly 'neath your ear
I am the wind , whirling , howling
roaring fiercely against the desert sand
which sifts silently through
the hourglass of your soul.
I will not fail you, nor leave your side
till you smell fresh rain again
and soak under cascading waterfalls.
I am the wind ,extinguishing wild fire
which scars the lifeline of your palm.
I am the wind , blowing fragrance
in the honey of each meadow
where you lay down beneath a half sun .
I breathe warmth where your cold fingers
gather forget-me -not petals, that fall ever so slow
with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound.
I am the wind , I will carry you to places , far...
I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of early doves
that soar above your mirthful past.
I'd strip your thought bare till I touch your heart.
I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase
I play within your dreams ,with each seductive move
I capture the hour of a star.
I linger in the depths that once were dark
I pour rose-scented zephyr in the alleys of your night
Then I leave , I leave to return closer
Closer enough to let my song reveil your sight.
For Personification Contest ,sponsored by Lewis Raynes.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
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