You cannot see the wind, he said.
I replied, I can.
You will only see it's tracks, he said
I replied, That may be so.
But I can see it in your eyes, I said.
I can see it in your smile.
I know you'll soon be gone from here.
I see your smile is false.
I see your restless breaths, like ripples in the corn,
A swathe across a meadow.
The shadow of the wind~chased cloud
Is written on your face.
His protests sighed, the gusting wind delayed,
His knowledge of his going.
In the night I heard the wind, rise, and call his name
I saw the wind, a master with a slave.
He is gone of course, at the beckon of the wind
I hope his journey, with the wind will keep him safe.