~ They Ask Me Where I've Been ~
I've been to where the wind
has been,
uniting with the skies
aloft the fleeting bird's
wing
and dipping in the seas,
curving, sailing through the air,
dancing in the breeze
Blossoms unroll
beneath the sun
tossing their heads in glee
and though
I fancy rainy days
I wish today be none
Bowing trees sway
gracefully
to the tunes
of Poet's hum
Drifting
like a fantasy
between the world
and me -
They ask me where I've been.
