I am the wind

Weightless,

Always in motion,

Free flowing,

Reaching out gently

To everything

In touch

And yet,

I Am lonely

Becoming still

And solitary as

People walk through

Me, the wind

As I blow harder,

Wishing to be heard

And yet, no one

Hears the outcry

Within my soul

And as they wonder

Where I am

They look but,

I am no longer here

But,

Did they every really

Care anyway

Of my being?

I ponder these things

While people

Continue

To walk through me

Hearing, but not listening

To my free flowing

Words of gentle

Caresse to the soul

Of any who stop and

Listen

To my own heartbeat

Of undying existence

As I determinedly

Flow on, looking

For my ownOcean of happiness...