Take me with You, Wind, today.
I long to feel like your own at play,
Flying up and far away.
I would champion the skies that bid your way.
Let me fly above the treetops high
And whisper the sounds of natures’ sweet sigh.
I would soar with the birds, wings outstretched and light
And join with their songs as day turned to night.
Wind, I miss you caressing my face.
There was never a time nor season or place,
When you were not beside my own journey and heart
With a promise that You would never depart.
©2012 Linda Willows