Clinging to branches among the oaks
Timeless observer of time’s passing
You sway through breezes and revolutions
Directing humanity’s passage
As if orchestrating a divine symphony
With nothing but a wisp connecting you
To the lofty vantage from which you observe
Coy and unaffected
Your slight presence fans our dreams
As a winter wind stirs the smoldering fire
Little more than air feeds you
A hint of sea salt to spice your tasting
Of our adventures and chaos
You remain, lingering luscious
As the memory of a lover’s sigh
Eternally upon us