The Wind

Her words were as the wind
stirring the leaves
of the tree in the fall.
Vaporous without form
and yet with substance.
Gently pushing at the leaf
until it tumbles to the ground.
And so my defenses fell
about me as she spoke.

As the air gives it's
contribution to the fire
to start and then blaze.
Her words moved and fanned
the flames of my heart.

Direct and true, graceful
and poised she spoke.
An arrow to my soul,
an apple amidst the thorns,
a jewel amongst the sand.

A rare individual
of insight and character.
She has become the wind in my sails
and the rudder of my ship.

Without her, I would drift
aimlessly on the sea of forever.
Tossed by the waves
and grounded on the reef,
never to reach port.

With her all earthly
destinations are possible.
But how will this end?
Like the clouds blown from
sight away from their origin?
Or like the rain that came
from the earth returning
to give life again?

I find myself thinking of her constantly....