Winds ©©

What’s that touching my face
It runs its fingers through my hair with the love of a mother
Caressing by body, touches my soul, raising my spirits

With fingers reaching for me even in the darkest of spaces
It needs to touch me,
you.

It beckons with a secret it only knows.
The breath of my forefathers and yours know where it goes.
Can you feel it kissing your face?

The wind is my blanket, its arms cuddling me
It rocks me to sleep when when sleep is not near
Like someone I once knew once upon a year

The wind is life’s breath, sweet in every way,
Take time and smell it
Just once today.

When the time comes and one day it will.
I will ride the wind to freedom
And time will be still


Walker