Wind and I

The sound of waves lapping against each other,
Is so gently carried by the wind,
That one would think that there’s a great conspiracy,
To keep mankind from drinking this bliss.

What does the wind look like?
In the distance,
I see the tall trees sway their heads madly,
I know she’s there,
I struggle to keep my hair from flying,
And I know she’s here,
But when the bird of my soul yearns for the sky,
At last, she has stepped inside,
To drown in the wind,
In this sea of timelessness,
Is to have surfaced on the other side,
Like the unseen wind,
That, which cannot be seen,
A glimpse of that unknown force,
To which the spirit bows,
Not in surrender but in recognition,
The wind alone can take me there,
Across the boundaries of what the eye can see.