Are you a leaf?
Floating in the wind.
Or the wind itself,
That I take within
Me, with every breath,
Weaving your presence
Into my existence.
Are you these birds?
That appear, wherever I go?
Or the wind beneath their wings,
As you keep me afloat.
Save me from drowning,
In spills of my own blood.
From wounds of a forgotten time,
A forgotten life.
I open, and feel warmth.
Safety, like none before.
I open, and feel a shiver.
I close.
Are you these flowers, these buds, that brush my skin,
Or are you the wind beneath their dance?
Reminding me of my own rhythm.
Masked as the wind,
You dance within me.
You drip from my soul,
My existence, my being.
(C) Sneha Singh 2014
