Today I Am The Wind

Today I am the wind, whispering though her long auburn hair, daintily gifting flight to shimmering strands that, for an instant, frolic freely in the breeze only to descend gracefully against her cheek. I am the sunshine upon her shoulders, on a perfect autumn afternoon, delicately allowing the warmth of my rays to penetrate her skin and the burning fire of my heart's true desire to permeate her soul, but to me, though not known, the coldest of shoulders I am shown.

I am the light dancing in the depths of her blue-grey eyes, but she is blind to me. Though I am the notes, pleasuring the depths of her consciousness, the melody embracing her heart, and the rhythmic beat of her very being, she hears nothing. I am the sweetest song escaping her lips never to be sung. I am a piercing breath of mountain air in her lungs, a crisp cold glass of water, satisfying her fiercest thirst, and the finest foods to fill her belly, yet she needs me not, nor ever will.

How!? How can I be her heart yet never feel it beat against mine, be her eye but never it's focus, and be her brain but never it's obsession? Tell me! Tell me! Is this my curse? To forever take the shape of my own despair; he who can become anything but satisfied? I would gladly give my weight in gold if only the chance of her to hold. I am never lost nor ever found. I am invisible in plain sight, howling my cry of agony. I am the dreams gone passing by, filling the sails of nothingness, today I am the wind.