THE air is tight but fresh
sunshine bright
leaving winter slowly
life wants to live and comes to

she is there I know somewhere
breathing this air on this planet
I can feel her move
hair brushing my face unseen
the lock in our soul and the touch of her hand

March wind blows and the kite lifts
hope rises and lifts me higher
the field reacts to the waves of wind
lapping at the shores of my core

I walk this morning air
and the future is here