Like swaying winds, I come & go
Ephemeral poetess, Down the crooked
path and winded road.

You may see me on a cool blue day,
but like most beauty,

I am not rooted
enough to stay.

You could call my name
and let it roll of your tongue,
you could talk to the
ethers, and summon
the sun,

Like rolling tides,
I come, but don't stay,
so when you here the wind,
you too, can sway.