So I talked to the wind last night
I learned a lot about it
The wind
It swayed everything with its perplexity
Yet without hesitation showed its esoteric intention
It made me crave for it
Yet its intentions were poison
How it describes the world
Like an owl making love to the night
It fell for the world
Its eyes were sparkling as it told me
I came to acknowledge
The wind gave me its warm breeze
To make my heart at ease
But also gave me its hurricane
As a shape of complaint
Perplexed by it, my heart was at risk
The wind was actually my remedy
It blew me away with its soft touch
Made me laugh with its dance and behaviour
Made me query of its mind
It was everything of my caprice
Everyday was a day I was longing to see it
Even a glance made my heart at peace
It was good at masking itself
Yet at once it was being honest
It was being the perfect portrayal for anyone
I was still lurking for answers
Being sincere to the wind wasn't enough
Did I gain its trust?
Was its harsh hands a sign of trust?
Were the wounds in my heart the result?
Or was I just another person that passes by
Unimportant
I was so confused
What an obscure conversation
But I could see its intention
The only thing was its perplexity
Love and hate to the wind
It was a nice conversation
But last night the wind had to keep moving on
Traveling and lurking for definitive yet define answers itself
