Like the Wind

Photo by Mila Young @allisweeell

Like the Wind

Like the wind –

I want to appear and

blow your cheek cold

after it’s been sun-kissed

and then leave no trace.

I want you to remember

my brief and airy embrace.

Do not chase me.

I want to reappear

like the wind –

I want to be outside

when you wake

rattling things in your heart

that make you think of me.

I want what every wind wants,

to be free.

To see sunsets and sunrises,

to make waves and trees bend.

I want to lend my breath to life,

to yours and others. Yet,

I don’t want to be permanent,

just the soft breeze on a hot evening,

a chilly wind in winter,

then gone – unremarkable and

unnoticed. I want to disappear – like the wind.

- By Michael Stolt

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