Story of the Wind

She is my shadow
in this echo less void,
but I feel her absence
in every wind that blows.

She is in the wind
and the scattered leaves,
every season she lives;
every day I grieve.

She is infinite now
and I remain mortal,
every day I am closer
to the end of my portal.

She is nowhere in sight,
but always in my dreams.
She loves me in the wind
and touches me in the breeze.

I was her seed,
now I am grown...
one day I will be immortal &
a whisper in the wind.