You Ask Me

Date: July, 2008
Time: 2100


You ask me
Angry
Who I am
Why I am
Why am I
In your pretty
Perfect
Sacred world
Intruding
Disrupting
Creating
Unknown Dimensions

I am a wind
Which follows you
Which can’t breathe
Sans you
Wind which wants
To make your world
Prettier still

You ask me
Who I am
Why I am
I am no intruder
Nor a passerby
I wish to
Be with you
All my life
I am a wind
Smelling sweet
Check me again
I never meant
Any harm
I Want
To make your world
Prettier still

You ask me
Who am I?
Angry still?

I am a wind
Which cannot breathe
Sans you.