Wind Lover

You kiss my face and I turn to trace the tracks you left on the ground; where have you walked and with whom have you talked in all of your traveling round? You utter a sigh and I am wondering why you just cannot slow down and stay; capricious you are like a burnt, falling star, fickle, and quick to betray. One day you are kind, your fury confined, the next, you are hostile and wild; today a soft breeze, lightly brushing the trees, tomorrow, an unbroken child. I open my arms to welcome your charms, but like a ghost you vanish and go; my emotions are torn by the strength of your storm, your inexhaustible, volatile show. I release you! Go scream and follow mad dreams, go blow to the east and the west; you try to impress then insanely digress your plan to pursue an irrational quest. The day you are through, tame the tempestuous shrew, come back to my warm, loving heart; ruffle my hair with the breath of a prayer, until them, my dear, just depart. Copyright, August 27, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson