Wind

The dancing wind, the nawty wind, the enfolding wind
Leaps from the sea, all fresh and wet and salty.
Mussing up your hair, stroking your cheeks
It plays the lover, invisible but physical
It touches here, it touches there, encircling
Caressing, gently touching, it whispers songs
And words that only you can truly hear.
And make you cry, for things you cannot name
And then brushing those same tears away it leaves
As suddenly as it arrived, no hint no warning
And now you are alone until it comes again.