The Wind Child

 The Lady, she dances, her feet hardly touch the ground.
Her hair, a river of glittering stardust, it twists, writhes, swirls.
Her laughter, like the ringing of bells or the singing of fairies, echos across the valley.
Her eyes shimmer a thousand colors, they reflect the sea, the earth, the trees, the very air we breathe.
She is the wind itself, forever free, she can be chained to no man's domain.
I watch her leap, moving on the breeze, no matter how sad it makes me, imagining if she would marry me.
She smiles, the sunset cannot match the brightness of her smile.
She whispers "Come with me." I take her hand and we sail up, past the clouds and into the gathering dusk.
Perhaps she loves me after all.