She flew towards me in the flowing airWith an Icy look yet clothed in fire;
A strange mix of fear and desire
Griped my soul , I stare, I perspire.
I got a glimpse of the moon lit face
So near yet miles afar;
So unreal yet there she was
A flickering lamp in the chilling air.
I strained my eyes but futile it was
As the moon was behind her now;
I kissed her shadow just before
She vanished with the wind.
She loved the wind and the wind loved me.
She loved the wind as the wind loved me.
[Here Iam republishing a poem that was inspired by the American Poet Theodor Roethke. I had by chance come across an article about Roethke in 'Span' as a school boy. The imagery he had used in a poem had a deep effect on me and inspiried me to pen this poem.]