Like smoke rising

from hot embers

effervescent and churning

an undulating mixture

of chemicles unknown to me.

Hurrying on

with out a thought

whose left to watch

where you go.

                                                      Your gray  wandering tendrils

                                                                curling

twisting

                                                                     searching…

Only to fade away into oblivion.

Unsatisfied smokey hues

a monochromatic medly of energy

I could pass my hand through

and wonder at your substance.

                                                                       Milky

gray

  matter

You feel like air on my fingertips,

I see you wafting through me,

an effervescent mystery,

a vapor of wanting.

I watch you ride away with the wind

and I am left still contemplating you.

 

© Hummimgbird 2005 – Picture by: Emi Haze