Wind Dancer

I see an allusion of her
Unhinged against the wind.
A vision i can't quite perceive.
I close my eyes
The scent -- yet faint,
Takes possession of my only existence,
Taking me to a distant time
A dissimilar space.
Though I am conscious
I've been too passive
To the feelings which enshroud me,
A sensation of a cool breeze
Dancing around my body.
A vision of a windmill
In an open field ofdazzling golden wheat.
I pray -- For this is my treasure-house,
My state of being,
This is the feeling which animates me
And I call her Wind Dancer.

Sarah Lee McGehee