Try, if you may, to catch a glimpse
Of the gust of wind that just caressed your neck
It seems that no matter how fast you turn,
It’s not fast enough
Why the wind hides its true sight from our eyes remains a mystery
Doesn’t it just strike you as a grand?
Thinking about attempting such a feat
Can fire be caught, or sunlight heard?
Or the wind viewed?
After all, we are mere mortals,
Questions and theories fill our mortal heads
When we should simply be amazed by the things which surround us
I have little understanding of the workings
But the wind is my friend
A willing partner in my hour of need
A messenger to you in my absence
For that is where I hide my kisses
Tucked safely among the invisible folds
I envision myself riding a gentle current
Watching your every move from afar
In my mind I reach out, gaining strength from the sight of your face
Always wondering in fascination
How is it that you make my heart beat faster without a single touch?
I have often toyed with that single strand of your hair
The one that hangs ever so precariously across your field of vision
With the tip of my finger, moving it slightly to the left
Yet I hesitate, as it does cast a slight shadow on your brow
While simultaneously making it more mysterious and beautiful
I find myself torn and left wondering
If I move it, am I disturbing total beauty?
Should I digress to the random power of the wind?
Waiting and watching
Perched on a cloud
Admiring your radiance
Until we meet again
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