You are like the wind, always there.
You are smooth, soft and comforting.
You wrap me in a blanket of security.
You are needed wanted and expected.
Your presence is exhilarating, exciting and rejuvenating.
And then in an instant you can turn and be harsh, rough and demeaning.
The blanket of security becomes suffocating and stifling.
You can destroy and wreck havoc in unpredictable ways.
Your presence is frightening, unwanted and devastating.


Are you a figment of my imagination?
A wanton thought spiraling out of control
A cloud just breezing past in the fast lane,
A tumbleweed blowing relentlessly across the barren plains,
What are you and from where do you generate,
Are you reality blurring into fantasy,
Are you fantasy overtaking reality,
Are you a place I want to be?
Are you an idea I cannot hold,
Do I hear only what I want to hear?
Are you trying to tell me something?
Am I listening?
Should I listen?

You are so close but so far away,
I want to touch you but I can’t,
I see you when you’re not there,
I wait for encouragement that never transpires,
I listen for words you do not speak,
I think I could reach to the sky,
I could grasp you fondly in my heart,
I need to hold you and never let go,
I accept you, for who you are,
Are you an illusion fading into actuality?
Do I see only what I want to see?
I am listening,
Are you?