Wind In My Hair

Silly Poem (Part Seven)

Just like the open sky 
Wind has no beginning or end for the eye.
Comes and goes as it pleases
Elevating everything it touches.
Takes away things which are light
Making them reach wherever they might.

Today, wind passed me by
On the way to something high.
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
Felt good, having wind in my hair.