Wind Song

I could have gathered you like the mist on a very fine day when the clouds wanted to take a momentary leave, let me stay just a little while longer, I promise to do no harm ... have I reached out too near to the start of the matter in my willingness to be somewhat transparent, without crossing the boundaries we all know lay so near, there on the side line glaring. why can't we simply express our desired intoxication without recrimination and fear, of the response or lack thereof perhaps this is the real reason for lingering glimpses while catching a movie on speed dial wish on the wind a serious tune, cry to the moon we lose ...