Mind like the wind

Unable to focus,
  drifting.

Mingle with the morning fog,
  carrying you along.

Giving the dove a little lift,
  as she struggles to fly.

Stirring the leaves,
  stirring the shadows.

Unable to focus,
  changing.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see this as being in the midst of a budding relationship...
only able to feel the exuberance of that connection...thinking of her...being in a fog, something stirring...something that is changing the speaker for the better.

[Jon Roggie]

Jacob, you are ever the romantic. I can live with your view of this one!