Whispers

I whisper to the wind
my secret desires
it is my keeper of dreams
its light breezes wile away the hours
brushing my hair, wrinkling my clothes
caressing my cheek
It plays about me like a child
I speak plain my inner thoughts
the wind laughs and taunts me
pulling images from my mind
as a magician pulls scarves from his breast pocket
Only the wind knows who I am
It is my constant companion
my soul dances lightly upon each wisp of air
a butterfly in search of flowers.