I  am grabbed
by the wind of passion.
The deep breath,
where moment leads gracefully
escorting me into lighted stairway.

Yes, I'm grabbed
by wind of a sweet dream.
The vibration that leads
eyes to gaze at moon,
as billowing clouds
expand
in star stuttered sky.

I'm grabbed,
by the wind of memories that surface,
in midnight hour where I float
to enter
a fantasy world.

A world,
of dancing fairies playing in fields of wind,
and dream
is evolving self
where love becomes
waking reality.