08/07/2026
What the Wind Was For
I found a world upon one stem,
A kingdom small and white.
The sky bent low to speak with them,
Then carried them from sight.
I almost begged the breeze to wait,
To spare what I adored.
But beauty never bargains fate,
Nor asks to be restored.
Each fragile thread released its claim,
As if it always knew:
A seed that never leaves the same
Will never blossom true.
The bloom grew less with every gust,
Yet greater still became.
It traded certainty for trust,
And neither died nor came.
I stood with empty hands at last,
No richer to the eye.
Yet all I thought the wind had passed
Was learning how to fly.
So now I measure love by this:
Not what remained with me,
But what became the world’s to kiss
Because I set it free.
