braille

finding my way across grassy hills and freshwater banks,

i happened upon the wind.

her smiling eyes hit me like a summer day’s dying light,

taking my breath away.

she looked at me and said, “i’m in love with the trees!”

and so she took my breath to make a breeze.

and with that breeze,

she rustled the leaves.

then she looked at me and said, “i’m in love with the ocean!”

and so she took my breath to make a wind.

and with that wind,

she made the waves.

then she looked at me and whispered, “i’m in love with birds.”

and so she took my breath to make a gust.

and on that gust,

the swallow flew with joy and ease.

then she looked up and said, “i’m in love with the clouds!”

and so she took my breath and left.

she went high up in the sky,

until she found the clouds.

she loved it there,

and so with a flurry here

and a woosh there.

she played among the clouds all day.

the sun’s golden rays pulled slowly under the horizon,

like an octopus pulling itself beneath a rock.

and when night arrived, he found wind

resting peacefully in the clouds.

night came to her and said, “dear wind, i’d like you to meet a friend.”

and so he took her hand and pointed to the moon.

with a gasp she smiled,

and in a gust she rushed back down to find me.

she woke me up and shook my shoulders

and looked me right in the eyes, “i’m in love with the moon!”

and so she took my breath and took to the sky

and started to climb. higher and higher.

higher and higher.

but as she went, she started to slow,

and although she tired, she just couldn’t go

so she came back down, all out of breath.

with tears in her eyes she came to wake me

but i was motionless and still,

my heart beat slow and quiet.

i was almost all out of breath.

so wind gently caressed my head, and softly she said,

“of all the things i love, i love you most of all.”

then she took her breath, and filled my chest.

and layed her head next to me.

the end.