Blues

Blues, I closed my eyes once and spoke to a wind
She came and went
she thought I’d never get the hint
but I always knew she’d be back again
only vibrations, imagination is what sees
She lied at the origin of my drool
swaying back and fourth like water in a pool
I just wanted to catch her breeze
blown away by the melody in her timely gusts
the force of her speech
the endless range of her reach
distilled cool in every shared touch
she’d never commit, yet hoping I’d understand
how could she, her nature is all that she can be
I’m gone in and with the wind, knowing her fading energy is likened to a plea
every instance I reach out to disrupt her departure, result- an empty hand
hear the sorrow in her distant whistle
feel the hollowness in her evaporated presence
mourning her essence
blues, I once spoke with a wind…
she was just a whistle away