I am the breeze that blows across the plain
Caressing with an unseen embrace
Raising goosebumps on your skin
Surrounding you with spirit care
Dancing
A dust devil jig across your yard
Flapping the flag on the pole
Running an unseen hand through your hair
Pervasive
Sneaking into your clothes
Touching you to your core
And with each bemused smile on your gentle lips
I send another gentle wisp of wind
In silent communion
A spirit kiss
David Trudel © 2012
