WIND

Wind

Feel the wind toss
Up my hair
Strands, that fly across my face, tickle and
Caress me.
The sudden touch of an angle,
lights up my face, bright
but I can only close my eyes.
I do not wish to see this angle ,
If only to end up judging it.
The feeling is pure and a high
And that’s all I want-
Little dots of sparkling mika- dust
Twinkiling on my glowing golden-brown skin,
I’m happy to be alive and breathing
Fluttering my clothes of pure white silken-cotton,
My feet softly stepping on clouds of desert sand.
The exceptional cool at sunset and dawn..
The sensual softness of the sand and wind
and my blowing hair and music somewhere
remote in my mind.
Playing a soft, mellow melody,
Makes me smile from my belly button,
Rising up, filling me,
Sun-burnt skies mellow to a twilight
purple haze,
the sun has set,
but my smile hasn’t.