Haiku my Heart - Word Play

birdsong in my soul

gentle breeze caresses me

walking forest paths

Wind Music

I know you are there

you cannot, although  you may try,

hide your invisible self  from me.

I can feel your touch

your tendrils reaching out tentatively

….In your mild moments….

to gently caress my face.

or, in a fierce instant

whip my hair uncontrollably

defying my attempts to hold it away from you

stinging my face with my own long strands

just to show your power

you attempt to be veiled but I hear your voice

 when you speak in howling rage to frighten and bring fear

and drown out the music of birdsong, and children singing

yet I have heard your music whine in loneliness

when you push through empty space

seeking contact, perhaps a simple wind chime

always on a search

I know you can touch objects

lend them your  incredible strength

cause them to creak and groan

 or just rustle to create an audible voice

for your silent soul

I know too, when you have completed your song

finished your dancing touch

you can disappear, as if you were never here.

                                                                JC

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