I am the wind, invisible

The wind who can't be loved, impossible.

thought am I intangible, immaleable but not invincible

for you breached me and crushed me, divisible.

I am the cold breeze, hot ghust and sometimes the calming whiff

following you, praising you and this is my gift

but why can't you see me?

why can't you put your eyes on me?

well I think its because you can't see me.

I prayed, knelt and died

begging the sea, earth and the sky

for I to have appearance,

or even a slash of significance

to a boy who made me sink in his glance

but I think I'm the wind

who will be invisible;

but will quietly sing,

will quietly yet sublimely sing to my king

till you feel my state of being.