Loving the Wind

The wind can be shy,

she enjoys hiding

In her own invisibility

He already knows these

hidden features,

always in awe of her vulnerability

The wind can be loud

She screams and cries,

feels fear and excitement

He embraces clouds,

Singing, fighting and

dancing with her shifts

A smile on his lips

and fingers on acoustic strings

The wind plays melody's

When the weather gets cold, the

wind has a bite

Bitter with the lack of intensity

When he’s on his knees,

she's calm and quiet,

he bites back, begging for her voice

There's not even a breeze.

Repeats of "she'll return"

How could the wind leave?

So he waits, with fingers on his guitar,

ignoring the stale air and

Hoping for something new

But the wind only ever

gives what she wants to