Man In the Wind

Like a strand of breath, Caught on the lips of the wind That can be had but not kept, Like a dream in the night, Wandering the wary paths of sleep, True, but donned in illusion, Are you, man in the wind. Far away, from a far, Your shadow weaves a storm That leaves no reason standing. From within me Your presence ignites a furnace That uproots resistance by the mile. In my memory you sometimes sway, But never fall, man in the wind.