• The Wind

    As the wind flows through my hair,
    A whisper comes:
    'Oh lady, art thou fair!'
    I turn, but see no one
    Turning back to continue on my journey,
    the wind flows through my hair again
    "Oh lady have I offend?
    Please come to me,
    bade ye to stay!'
    I turned with alarm, but no one's there.
    A chill came to my bones,
    though warm is the air.
    I quicken my pace into the city square,
    panic grips my heart,
    my pulse fires from the start,
    and the wind, again, goes through my hair.
    'Oh lady, so fair!
    Don't be afraid of the air!"
    I stopped confused, before I turned again
    Only to be caressed by the wind.