clouds hovering, the wind teasing,
making smoke tails.
peaceful, almost entrancing,
the wind in my hair.
a falling comrade in the green forest,
all carried by the wind.
How is it I’m taken by this wind?
Like a seed carried away from my past,
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“I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.” ― Jeffrey McDaniel
Seeing a thought, though it long past
How your touch and kiss, both would last
The wind in the trees, of my looking mind
Washed the slate clean, with the rain of time
Flitting rare bird, that affection of yours
I crawl through, the closing doors
Seeing a thought, though I longed it so
Touching the dreams, I let you go.
She beckons one, she caresses you from afar.
You can’t see her, she knows you
You can’t hold her, never in your arms
You know she will fool you, she will give you great pleasure
You know she will hurt you, she will give you great escape
You know she will lie to you, she will give you great fantasy