Dancing With Mariah
by Codey
Swinging and swaying, in graceful dance.
Random movement, as if by chance.
Waving to angels as clouds fly by,
whispering wisdom in barely a sigh.
Roaring in anger at things unjust,
obscuring vision with clouds of dust.
Caressing bare skin, pale and ashen,
then moving on, feeling no passion.
Moving unseen in darkness or light,
illusive and hidden as a woodland sprite.
Surrounding all but seen by none,
the proof of your passing is what you have done.
Sometimes harsh, cold, unforgiving,
other times warm, comforting the living.
All this encompassed in cosmic blend
are things that I see, when watching the wind.