just a fool to believe i have anything she needs. . .


she's like the wind. . .
blowing me in
all directions
scattering my dust
leaving me in awe
of her deceptions
in the onset she
is like the
gentlest breeze
stirring my senses
captivating me
letting me think
i could hold her
in my arms
i close my eyes
and hear her whisper
i feel her brush my
shoulder, my cheek,
my lashes, flutter
i am mellow, she is
calming me

then all of a sudden
her mood shifted
the soft melodic breeze
has turned into
such vengeful gust
i have to hold on
for dear life
or i'll get blown
into her cyclone
or taken away
like a dried leaf
floating into the
unknown
only to fall
with a soundless thud
as she drifts away
in search of another
scene where she can
unleash her quiet chaos
another person to unhinge


boundless
her strength limitless
i watch her move. . .

i'll stay right here
i'll try to grow my roots
so when, if, she blows my way again
i'm ready, she won't own me