*Is it windy there, where you are, Love?

I close my eyes and see,

The broad impressionistic strokes

Of wind's inevitability.

All the universe is moving,

Returning like a wave returns,

To the shore, then again, returning 

To the sea.

And no one can say which way the wind blows,

Whether it's coming or it's going away,

Whither it may be returning to,

But the sway it has upon your work,

Your mind,

The moving vision I find on your canvas

Makes me want to tie myself to you and the crows

That blow about the wheat fields

And the skies of richest blue

Until such time as we

Can return to see the origin

Of the better, of the worse,

The richer and the poorer,

And whether the waves return first

To the sea or to the shore,

But there will be sorrow between us,

Nevermore 

And nothing else will matter but that.

-jenn