19 May 2012
The wind whistled through the trees, Reviving them with its song. Coaxing all the droning bees To guiltily sing along.
It danced upon the flowers, Enchanting in its ways. Awakening each withered petal, Drunken, in a daze.
It wound its path through the earth, Splashing color against the gray. Mysterious in its uncertainty, Only promising today.
And when it reached my sealed door, It pressed against the glass. Though I painfully ignored it, It refused to gently pass.
So when I realized it would not leave, I opened my rusted door. And as it whispered his name into my ear, I couldn't deny it anymore.
I knew that it was him Who controlled the determined breeze. The boy who long ago had left, Despite my feeble pleas.
It washed through my thoughts, Sending pleasant chills along my spine. Reminding me he was never far, And would always be mine.
So when the wind faded away, I did not dwell on the thought. Because I knew he would be back, With every memory that he brought.
enchant • Opuss № I