Wind moves and swirls,
Moving about my form.
My white hands try and feel,
Needing to feel, for one time.
I know I can feel the force that is you.
You are here,
You swirl about me
But I can not touch your form.
Your essence only moves through my fingers.
Nothing clings,
Nor fills me,
But I try anyway to open myself for you.
To feel you one last time
Before the wind moves without the force that is you.

5/31/98