A True Zephyr

Nonsense.

If I had one wish,
I would wish to be the wind.

I would love to flow, 

to rise and fall,
to comfort and rage...
I would like to pick up lost leaves and carry them away,

until they find their perfect place to rest and lay.
As a breeze, I would swirl and dance,
playing with her hair, and lightly kissing her cheeks,..

I wonder what it would be like to be so free.

I could steal your breath,
and carry your secrets away with me... 

I could float lazily with the fireflies,

sway and harmonize with a symphony of crickets,

whilst basking in the light of fairy lanterns... 

I could catch the echoes of passionate cries,

and listen to them all throughout my journeys.

I could guide the birds wings,
leading them into the the horizon over the sea.

If I ever felt mischievous,

I could create a flurry and let it go,

sending it to pick up skirts and misplace love letters, 

to scatter snowflakes and dust particles every which way... 

I would pick up umbrellas and steal all the balloons, 

snatching them and keeping them for myself...

With my wish, I would wish to be the wind... 

"I would kill to be the cold, 

to become the breeze that collapses you,

to be the force that makes you unfold."

Author's Note

Any suggestions or criticisms are gladly appreciated.