Within the Wind
My love, thy beauty rest within the wind,
Alive of art, alluring with appeal.
As for the wind shall move and blow and bend,
Silent you sit inside motion surreal.
I see the sea and sometimes she is calm,
Aloft the streams of salt aquatic blue.
Yet waves do rage when wind brushes her palm,
Angered and moved...of time shall tame the shrew.
Placid inside the pedestal of air,
That blows from leaf to grass and sand to lake,
Divine you dare to be a portrait fair,
And I in awe amazed each day I wake.
If wind is air, each breath is of you dear,
Making my world within settle and clear.
July 17, 2014
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