Like the Wind

Bit of truth

As strong as concrete,
More flexible than hair,
A tune never off beat,
It's abscence; rare.

A constant motion,
Searching perfect balance,
A living emotion,
Needing no stance.

It goes with the flow,
Respecting no current,
Just desires to grow,
Knows not what's meant.

By words of caution,
Or human direction,
Has only one vision,
Yet no option.

Mysterious touch,
Invisible to me,
Makes it almost too much,
Is it I or we?

But I know it's real,
And I'd never rescind,
That my heart she makes feel,
Just like the wind…