the WIND

By Lady Jira

Dangling freely,
Spinningly,
I, the leaf,
Reach out to thee.

Your whisper tickling,
All of me.
A breeze so strong,
It pulls me free.

Flying, falling,
Dizzily,
Then you are there,
Uplifting me.

To lay me down,
Oh so gently,
But your breath calls,
Seductively.

A love I feel,
But cannot see,
I, the leaf,
Follow happily.