Wind.. is nothing more than a vision not seen.
It's only an energy that we feel, of something that has been.
Something like love...
We can feel the impact but there is no photograph or scene.
Draw a picture, draw energy.
Storms... they appear to come out of nowhere
With a power that rages, but lives only in the air.
Love is no different,
Coming in and out of our lives without a care.
They are invisible. They have no color, shape or size.
We feel joyful from gentle breezes, and the touch of a loving hand.
Then... when they leave, there is nothing but the quiet land
And the feeling of emptiness. Stillness.
One day the unseen returns and the quiet erupts.
The feeling in the air and in our hearts is magical again
And the feeling stays, lingering through time.
But another storm always returns, changing the landscape,
And our enlightened path becomes divine.
Mallory Neeve Wilkins