wind

i no longer hear her voice now.
the goddess of wind in all her glory.
it seemed , a dream.
she spoke to me.
she told me of her life.
of how she used to be mortal.
of how she died before finding her lover.
of the nights she cried.
she still looks young.
centuries have lost their effect to wear marks into her intangible skin.
she walks on water, and runs through houses.
when enraged, her wrath destroyed towns and castles.
kings and queens feared her.
nobles and peasents alike, prayed to her.
i no longer hear her voice ,
not as loudly.
not as clearly.
she speaks in the the language of wherever she may live.
she spoke to me.
but now.she has faded.
but i still believe in her.
she still exists.
proof lies all around me.
i look out of a sealed glass window,
and see her tango with fire,
as she hugs the ancient trees, causing them to crackle in please.
she kisses the water ,and it ripples in concentric circles.
she kisses me through the sealed window, yet i am unaware.
she does exist .
that i am sure.
that i believe in.
one day wind, we would be free forever......