As the wind carries soft kisses, Through the midst of the air, Like shooting an arrow, Moving ever so slightly in each direction, Faster and faster it glides towards its target, Until it hits dead center when it gets there, But when you feel the warmth of the kisses touching each cheek, Its as though you knew someone were right there, You then sometimes have to wonder, Why you're in the middle of a flowered lake, And even though you don't know how you got there, You're swept away on a hovering cushion, The smell is what's so sweet, Thats swept you away, To a point of which you don't care, You'd rather be floating away, High above the clouds, And then you sigh and think deeply, Gazing blankly into thin air, You look through the trees dancing, The birds and bees laughing, With each breath you take, Unvailed to you're own hearts tempted sake, But to you're unexpecting surprise, You see nothing but a shadow, Lurking and jumping, From tree to tree, Glowing in the darkest of dark, Yet lit by sun's penetrating stare