Tangled Thoughts (Poetry)

ode to the wind

The wind is not

a tangible thing

but a

timeless

formless

shapeless

boundless

mystical

magical

invisible

thing,

a thing of wonder,

living everywhere and nowhere,

together and alone,

forever but not at all.

It waits

It goes

It flows

It runs

Faster and faster,

Taking breath away

Causing longing and sadness,

Causing fun and joy.

The wind is everything,

and

Everything is the wind.

A/N: This poem was actually one of my first good ones. I wrote it for a ninth grade English project, but I still really like this one. Anyway, I have a couple more poems written, and I'll probably wait a little while to upload to see if anyone actually reads this...