There is a someone I don't know
But I await her eagerly
Sometimes I feel a cold wind blow
I do not know if it is she.
Though when she comes I will be here
And when she arrives I will find out
That the She that came was Me!!
As you see leaves being blown
in a cluster-like cyclone
forming to a circle,
then slowly settling down.
There are bits and pieces
that somehow get away.
Hopefully and maybe
They may be back someday.
Just like us, they are ok, and if you wait you'll see
those bits and pieces do come back
if you're waiting patiently.
When your self comes to meet you
greet her or him with glee.
Consider yourself most fortunate
that time has come to be.
Make no mistake the presence
of the wind beneath your feet
The Presence, it is patient
for it's long awaited greet.