The Wind

Someone moves like the wind I do not know her, She moves past And around me, Like a breeze from the hills. Someone she is, Her eyes have a story She knows me and says so, Then brushes my shoulder. Like knowing a wind Can anyone know her? Her face in a light That rises and falls. Her mouth that I look towards Seems familiar in shape, Her eyes touch me Beaming large like the moon, Then feeling small like stars. With a smile she moved close I did not know her, Just the wind That is here, It brushes my shoulder.