7 April 2012

I went to dance under the falling stars, in the arms of the Wind;
his long black hair all over his face and he swirls me around and around,
in the music of the creatures of the night.

He blows through the leaves and between my hair,
whispering words in my ear, holding me;
he holds his eyes fixed on mine and sees right through me, like I’m made of air too.

{ photo by Robin Mellway }