Wispy fingers
Dance with tendrils of my hair
Blow across my calloused skin
Whisper stories in my ears
Of love older than memory

Stories of fading sunlight
That burnt the brilliant blue sky
With ethereal passion
Making it clear just how tormented she was
To leave him

Stories of restless storms
Blinking and shattering
Covering that brilliant blue
And giving all of his being
So the thirsty earth could soak, and live

Stories of ancient giants
That entwined their branches and roots
Their leaves brushing together
Still reaching toward the sky
Waiting for every unyielding storm to cease

So I close my eyes
Reaching out for the wispy fingers of the wind
And ask him
My wise companion
"Where can I find a love like that?"