I touch the wind,
hands outstretched and yearning,
and I am pulled to you.
To the memory of your smile
your laugh, your eyes
I dream of you.
The forest paths, the muddy roads,
feet treading these strange routes,
and I am taken from you.
From the joy of your love,
your desires, your touch,
I dream of you.
I cry lonely tears, try to grasp you,
I touch the wind, reach out -
But I cannot hold you.
Ayizan
(c)2009
