Of wind

I’ve often set my mind to solve
the riddle of the wind
that gently rocks the sleeping child,
that wills the trees to bend.

The magic of a lover’s touch
I’ve pondered in its turn,
that soothes as gentle, velvet ice,
that sets the soul to burn.

The love that keeps a body warm,
that, appetites’, well please,
can turn about on this and that
and bring you to your knees.

The wind that fuels the raging storm,
that feeds the surging seas
will whirl about in seconds flat
and, blows the gentle breeze.

Of wind and love I ponder, yet
no form or face perceive
but here my heart and there my sail--
of each would I receive.

© Copyright 2004 Dean Neighbors