Flowing around this tower

Feeling between ancient stones

Scaling walls

Sensing every outside edge of its solidity

Departing; wistful

Dancing leaves in invisible fingers

Along the path beyond

Returning to glimpses through arrow-slits

To life deep, contained within

Where a draught

Stirs dust motes

And the howling sound

Is bare whisper of its true voice

It longs to play with your hair – this wind

Caress your cheek

And entrance with inspired motion

The sparkle hidden within dark eyes

A door that opens only from the inside

Keeps this space

Sacred

Secure

No place to touch

Except these exquisite walls

Outside the soul of the wind longs to play…