Windswept

Eyelashes knit

a thousand dreams

on a rare breezy morning.

Most of them fly far,

then spill out

on the brink of twilight.

Unknown roads tie me

in known affections.

Every passing day

revealing intriguing accounts

of precarious crossways.

Blindfolded,

I retrace my footprints

on the reverse path.

Where the wind

wants me to drift,

that’s where I start.

Enough of balancing

against the current.

Barefacedly,

I get carried away

like a dandelion…

in a windswept story.