Perhaps the last post in June

What do I wanna say in the last post of June?
Pining. Again.
They say out of sight, out of mind. I really believe this happens.
This is a start of battle against time. A fight against the powers of the unfeeling judge.
Feels as though I'm trying to hold back wind. Futile.
But for now, it is still dancing around me =)
or shld I say, I'm dancing in the wind?

But I fear the day when the wind would leave.

If only,
I could transform into a little piece of wiltered leaf,
and let the wind take me with Him.
Across the meadows and across the mills.
Through the pastures and through the fields.

Soft the wind could be,
light the leaf it is,
across the vast skies and amongst the teasing clouds,
the wind would take the leaf with him.
To poke fun at the lost kite, to tickle the canopies of the tress.
To caress the faint light of dawn, to chase the stars of Arianrhod.
To be where the Wind could be.

Formless my Wind it is,
whispering and chuckling beside me.
A dismal delight,
a blind enchantment,
a faraway dream.

If only,
and only,
I could transform into a little piece of leaf.