When the wind..

..gently touched your face, did you feel it’s grace? I’m stoked upon from where you are, the stories brought to us from way out far.

But let me ease my thoughts and whisper still, do you bring Love that shakes my tree.

Besides, when words and thoughts of people gather in you to a storm, how does it make you feel? I’m dwelling in the house I have built and open doors to hallways filled, with space to rattle in and chimneys to go up and spin..

..let’s be honest, about we: