Seven Months

The wind blows softly
                                  and whistles through the screen.

Blows softly onto my folded legs

As I listen to the whisper and the
                                              long forgotten
                                              songbird chirping in the night.

Wishing through my window-screen

That it would take me to it,
                                        so far away.

So far away into the comfort of the verdant night.

Under a
              golden moon and
                                        ruby stars.

I wish it would pull me through these bars of my confinement.
I wish I too could learn to blow softly into the cool night,

Blow softly onto legs too folded.

                My lover too searching in the night,

Hoping too that this cool night breeze will drift her to me.

But for now I sit and wait.

Behind strewn wire and metal frames.
Behind hewn wood and molded plaster.
Behind good intentions and misdirection.

And know that someday I too will be a
                        breeze billowing onto the
                                                            pining legs of another.

Wishing they were something more.
Wishing they were somewhere more.

I wish I could be out there tonight

But for now I’ll just settle for my
                                                  softly blowing wind,

Vicariously touching the
                                pale lips and
                                                  golden hair
                                                                    Of my lover
                                                                    So far away
                                                              And yet so near to me