The Wind

I can hear
the wind outside
blowing through
the trees
longing to be
with me
and I with it.

I long to be
out in the night
feeling it on
my skin
tingling every nerve
rumpling through
my hair.

I long to watch
it gathering leaves
in its pass
whispering to me
as it wraps
around me
feeding me with thoughts.

I can only
imagine it
through my window
as a sickness
consumes me inside
taking me away
from my world I love
leaving me wounded
struggling to heal.

I press my hand
to the cool glass
seeking the cold
as a relief
through the pain
listening to the wind
my only friend.