The wind and my beloved

The wind and my beloved, both come and go
Hard to hold down, hard to let go.
Always moving me, both make me wait;
Another night, my dear, they seem to state.
Their touch on my moist lips and through my hair;
I close my eyes and feel them everywhere.
Bringing sounds, smells and stories of a different world
Both can be timid and both can be bold.
They stay for a season, and leave for a reason.
The wind and my beloved, both come and go
forever present, they freely flow.
-NM