To Catch the Wind

Tender caresses across your skin

Breezes through wisps of your hair.

A feeling of freedom she brings to you

Her warmth washes away your cares.

Your head says you want to hold her

Keep the feeling close within your hand.

Maybe stow her away for some rainy day

When storm clouds gather again.

What pleasure can the wind bring

If you hold her within your grasp?

Only taking away, what you search for today

By the questions you can’t find to ask.

So for now, just fly with her… in time with her

Let her gale give lift to your budding wings

To catch the wind, would only leave you empty

And quiet the song, the zephyr softly sings.

                                                       

DeAnna

April ~ 2009