Carried by the Wind

Moving swiftly, but never without sight
inhaling each breath with lucidity
lifting as if having wings,
passion's flame shining on every single facet encountered.

Never just a heart beat
functioning at a snail's pace of expectancy,
but rather feeling lightning strike with each glance,
discovering love's stream flowing
from another's eyes and soul.

Not looking for graveyards
in the folds of time,
claiming a second as a precious gift,
savoring it completely
until you day becomes a dream
and your dreams
a lasting touch of that noon's gold
walking by a light through shadows
looking for beauty instead of ugliness
carried by the wind
where the sky's magic dwells inside.