Wind

A short little poem I wrote... It means something to me, though it may not to others.

Wind
A poem by Darren Jett

I feel the wind
blowing,
it whistles in my ears
as if it were alive, asking
me to dance
to take a chance
and dance
gracefully floating
up high with it
into the sky, with it.
And then I cry,
as the wind fails
softens and dies...
Wonderng out loud
how
something so beautiful
so sweet and soft
with the power to cover you,
embrace you like a sheet
will meet with you,
and dance with you...
and tease you...
and sieze you,
and then...
leave you...