A Poem in Three Parts (Part III)
I ache to just hold you, keep you here for all time
But I can’t catch the wind
Cannot grasp what’s not mine….
If I close my fingers, I’ll hold nothing but air…
If I reach out to possess you, it’s myself I’ll ensnare…
So I stand in your path, feel your breath on my face
And just bask in your spirit
As it moves through my space…
In the silence of your passing, the emptiness wake,
There’s a stillness that echoes with all you evoked
The power and beauty of the zephyr flies free
But its essence and magic has become part of me.