The Wind Poem by David Taylor

I will be the wind and you will breathe the air I bring
and you will delight as I whisper through your hair
bringing rain to wet your tender skin with tears.

I will be the wind and carry you along windswept paths
to the edge of rocky cliffs that crumble into deep oceans
and as you lean against my breath you will not fear.

I will be the wind and when you tire of me and close your doors
outside I will swirl and rattle windows, make chimneys whistle
and sleekly flow through cat flaps in your mind.

I will be the wind and as you near the mountain's peak
I'll swirl with icy snow and numb your senses
carrying the ashes of your perception to the edge of space.

I will be the wind and when you are weary I will gather blossoms
and cast a thousand soft scented petals before your feet
and you will walk on air.