Voice of the Wind
Voice of the Wind
A person.
A lonely person.
A boy, around my age.
He calls to me, and touches my hair. My restless mind becomes tranquil, but my still heart beats faster.
The heat from my body that was being produced from the tasks of the day is cooled by his soft voice.
I want to meet him…. This boy behind the voice of the wind.
He calls to me again and caresses my face; again my heart beats faster. He takes me away from the hardships of this cruel world, and the adventures of the day.
He calls to me and brushes up against my arms. I want to meet him…. This boy behind the voice of the wind.
He tells me something, but sadly his voice is hard to hear.
My heart beats faster as I become more anxious. He wants to meet me too.
He calls to me; an invisible arm traces my leg, and the hairs in the back of my neck prickle. His touch is cool against my warm body.
My heart beats even faster and my hands start to quiver. His moment with me is about to end. Tears well up in my eyes as his voice speaks up, louder than before.
He finally tells me what I couldn't hear before and that we will meet again. I ask him when, but he does not know.
Finally, the tears from my eyes fall as I begin to miss him, even though he hasn't left yet.
His voice gets louder for one last time, and he tells me those words that I love to hear. I look towards the sky and more tears fall from my face. I cannot see him, but he can see me.
He calls to me again and touches my hair. I cannot hear him clearly anymore.
One last tear falls from my face. I am forced to stay still, for I am the Earth. He is forced to move forward for he is the wind.
Although I couldn't hear what he last said, I have a feeling building up in my heart that we will meet again.
I can still hear him, just barely whispering to me.
Just barely…