By: the iHope Poet
The wind kissed my lips,
brushed his lingering fingertips
across my brow and through my hair,
then left before I could despair
the absence of his fleeting touch.
The wind danced with me
one precious night, exalted me
above the stars.
I still have chills from flying so far.
in the embrace of the wispy sky.
So kissed and blown away
am I, a helpless girl with nothing left to say.
The wind is mine,
but I cannot be his, by God's design,
he must blow another way.
Oh, my wind-kissed soul!
my fluttered heart he touched and stole,
but now he's far away from me.
I fell through his hazy arms
and today, he cannot cool the blistered marks
scorched upon my head by the burning of the sun,
the burning sun, with no such wind I used to know
to blow away the pain.
The burning sun,
the sun, alone.
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