A Mystery Poem by RIC BASTASA

I have not seen you but you are felt
and feelings are more than touch
though fleeting

and all those that we have not seen
and just touched
are but fleeting

shall i tell you that it is what the leaves sing about
when the wind passes by?

shall i tell you that these are what mysteries are all about?
wind so cold hushing
smoke from the nostrils of the earth fuming
is this what mysterious anger is all about?

something wants to erupt but keeps on postponing
the people have gone away
and you wait in ambush when they all come back

ah, the wind is silent again passing without uttering the words of the sea