Child Of The Wind!

I am...
a child of the wind!
where it goes, i go!
where it ceases, i cease!
when it speaks,
it is with my voice.
when it rattles the shutters
on your windows closed...
it is just me,
wanting to come in!
when it moans and howls,
it is my body
burning for yours!
when it softly blows,
i am caressing your face.
when it brings the rain,
i am coming for you...
with a torch and the gift
of life renewed!

I am that wind!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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