Spirit of the Wind

Wind caressed her face gently and soft,

Like downy feathers gracefully aloft;

Through her lashes, light shone through,

Sensations grazing her, striking her anew.

Gentle rushes respond to the wind’s subtle hushes,

Lilac scent drawls lingering, enchanting and luscious,

Her limbs ensconced in the comforting warmth of familiarity,

And set above the scene, clouds jest unscripted hilarity,

Blinking, her eyes devour the cacophonous delight,

She drinks in the still life that wanders out of sight,

Bodies arching and swaying to hummed supple tunes,

Each soul, helpless to another’s melody, nimbly swoons,

Hands reach out to grasp desires and passions once more,

Like tides vivaciously and animatedly lapping the delicious shore,

Clutching handfuls of grass to feel transitory life fly in the wind,

Ephemera decapitated in a sensory upheaval herein,

Serene breezes like to interject upon little day dreams,

Participating in visions, kissing them anxiously agleam,

Anon, she smuggles these memories abidingly,

Sweetly humming her own mysteries confidingly.

~fin

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