Wind

It is invisible
But yet it is our soap

The silent rushing of wisdom,
Leaves no space for holes

Grateful for every breath,
Against my boiling blood

Or letting out every sigh,
To feel my heart go fluttering by

You can see it through the mist,
The throng or air, blissful as a kiss

Wandering by, through the sky,
like a kite go flying by

We need air, and it needs us,
For I have started to develop a startling trust