hold hands with the leaves

today the breeze comes from far away places....

it reminded me of something i wrote over christmas break in memphis, and it reminds me of today and a little of how i feel now...it's like that feeling has been waiting in the wind of memphis, and last night it traveled to meet me here, whispering to the smells of my mind...

All day long the wind was dancing with the leaves,

lifting and twirling, harldy meeting.

the invisible force arrives in yards like silk fabric,

angry at its threads.

as the leaves are teased,

they know not where they land

but laugh in gay naivety.

where does it come from and of what is it made?

what does it carry with such anonymous claims?

perhaps by sitting i intrude on its message,

like statues and trees.

whisper to me where you have been

and to what distance will you go.

take me with you, you come from dreams.

are you born in sleep and travel to other worlds,

or is it the opposite?

if i were born of a branch,

if only i recieved existence from a tree,

i could be lifted ever so lightly,

yet somehow fiercely;

i would twirl and toss across the lands,....

end my flight.

and then be found.

gently picked out.

delicately noticed

through curious eyes.

eyes that will say:

i have seen you before,

i know where you've been.

you were the one in my dreams,

the one i created with my mind

for distant lands unseen.