Love – like the wind
flows right through you..
strong, carefree, uplifting,
except to the heart that is shaped whole or left with holes
slowly hammered apart..
yet the breeze keeps blowing this way
Let it take you
To the highest highs
let your heart rise..
though all to soon
the wind may shift direction
and the lowest lows somehow show at their own discretion..
let the gust carry you into the storm..
the gale always builds a tale of its’ own..