What if you could see the wind,
watch each puff and gust,
each layer a different color
as they swirl around each other,
swirl around everything?
Now as vision falters at even pale earthly sights,
gray becomes the only scale that you see.
If you could see the wind that’s coming for my soul
would you even try to save me?
Different winters all at once around me,
vicious blizzard cutting thru thick and thin,
would you call out from behind to turn and save me
if you could see the wind?
Minutes blown away by thunder’s detonation
produce the fiery blast we all can see;
roof tiles pulled loose,
heavy shutters ripped free,
even thick trees bowing humbly
as we should be.
Only the wind is revealed rather than concealed by smoke.
What hues would summer breezes be?
The kaleidoscope hurricanes exploding
then vanishing again until new swirls are born;
The wind is only regrouping, undaunted,
the belief that it is vanquished is unfounded.
It can no more be seen than electricity
it is only the effects we notice, heat and light,
scorch marks left while escaping,
though invisible to unaided sight,
except my eyes can see the voltages
and her eyes can see the wind