The wind hurries past trees – branches sway left, then, right
The bright blue sky turns pale as it approaches the horizon
Sun rays illuminate thick white patches of clouds that float by
We lay hand-in-hand, basking in our final moments together
There is much ado as we part ways, as tears streak down young faces
We embrace, wrapping limb around limb
And squeezing, until a piece of our hearts have seeped inside each other’s
Oh, how time passes much like the wind – alas, it will not stand still –
Knowing not the massive tree trunks that are our good times,
It continues to fly; hurrying along to bring but a puddle of rain,
And then, always, bright blue skies that turn pale.
Sadly, for now, you exist only in vivid memories that I recall
A blue jay sails through the sky, and again, I’m reminded of you.
I wonder if he hears my song, and if he’ll deliver to you my message?
The wind blows again; candy wrappers from nearby children glide in the air
And my recollections are carried away too.
In a white skirt that you hold against your thighs whenever the wind gusts by.
Oh, how I dream, to be the wind,
Just to see your soft thighs that thicken beyond your skirt’s hem;
Meeting the bikini that caresses the softness and roundness of your ass –
How voluptuous indeed I know your ass to be.
Oh, I only wish that I was the wind, so that I could be closer to you
I see you so vividly (that I wonder if you can see me too) wearing a white tank top,
That you hold against your bosom whenever the wind blows,
Freeing the napkin from you fingers, as you kneel to retrieve it.
Oh, how I dream to be the wind,
Just to be able to sail through your shirt,
And catch a whiff of your feminine scent radiating from your bosom
I think of your breasts – the dual mounds of succulent flesh
Held firmly against your chest by your lacey bra, bright and white, peeking through.
How voluptuous indeed I know your breasts to be,
And I wish that I was the wind.
A patch of clouds eclipses the sun and the trees stand still.
Has the blue jay delivered my message yet?
Chirps ring in the distance – birds exclaim their love through song
Mild blue skies are on the horizon; I wonder where the wind hath gone
And I still wish that I were the wind –
To disappear in your presence and hear the gayness in your laughter
And feel the vivacity you display when animated;
To dance with you to the blue jays’ melodies resonating in the distance;
To be magnetized and blinded by your love, just as I am by the sun;
To fly through the curls and waves in your hair;
To brush against your lips, and caress you;
To stop suddenly, and gaze into your eyes, and peer into your soul;
Cradling your heart in my arms, but for a moment;
Then being swept away, leaving a love note reverberating in your ears; To be near you, to be the wind, just for a moment.