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I Am The Wind Of The Hills
I came 'round the hill
like always I do.
I brushed your warm cheeks,
your soft fur met my dew.
I moaned and I sighed
like always I do;
my ineffable secrets
I tried to tell you.
I probed in your hair
like always I do.
I crept 'neath your clothes,
seeking the real you.
I whisper: "Ancients are here",
like always I do,
"come join in our repose.
All our secrets are true."
But you went on your path,
and like always I do,
I watched you wander away;
to my self I was true.
But now I can't find my own way,
like I never can do,
for YOUR way is my quest;
The Wind's joy depends upon you.
I Am The Wind Of The Hills,
and as you go your sweet way,
I have this prayer, 'though The Wind:
inhale me, deep, another day.
((Trying hard in creating,
to match your essence & line;
but not exceeding your meanings,
much, much deeper than mine.))
very evocative piece and I really like this because it is not just the physical feeling of wind,but it takes on it's on spiritual nature which is projected here and you could literally almost envision it..
Words of the inexpressible. A totally erotic poem, in my opinion, but it cultivates the essence of the mysterious passion of love. I really admire that aspect of this poem. And yes, there's more to the wind than meets the eye. *smiles* Simply beautiful.