Like The Wind Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Just as the wind blows forward by slightly swirling back 
Gently to the past to brush through someone's hair who remembers a time where another's hand combed through his or her curls. 
I'm pushed to now, not then or when, seeing as the sea is violent and in love with constant motion
As am i
I need the movement of the turning tide, the wind rushing past my face, long rides, racing boats dangerously across Haliburton waves.
A twilight brisk summer breeze that guides me down the winding dirt roads, windows down, Brooklyn Baby playing loud- I sing. 
But that's not the now, that's was then. Nostalgia grips me like a robber in plain daylight at times. But it doesn't bother me so much when I can remember what used to be as a beautiful scene out of my favourite movie. 
I never dreamed today would be the day where my I could stop searching for a song. My only desolation was not finding my meoldy. I had one that was all mine, beautiful and true, but it died when I collapsed under the weight of the world's point of view. 
Now, now after the war inside, the battle the I lost and died.. I am hardened. What once was a delicate flower of lavender, healing and lucky as the stars, has now been frozen like stone in a glimmering crystal form. That's the evolution of my rebirth. 
All I used to hope for was a constant state of happiness. Here, in the dim light of tomorrow, I see that's not what I really desire, not what this girl wants at all. With the pale sun that rises and falls dancing lonely, while the moon waits patiently on the other side. I am the moon whose mind knows, freedom is the only way to peace. And freedom is sometimes lonesome, sometimes sad, but it's a brilliant beacon in the darkness. 
The people around the earth run wild through meadows of daffodils like Wordsworth had dreamed of. Not really though, but more than before. A fresh generation of peace signs and love and psychedelic visions resurrected. Of music where parents think the sound is from the depths of Hell, like Rock N Roll in their youth. They've forgotten. 
I swirl in all melodies because each note is a whisper from heaven. Sinatra, Elvis, Jimmy, Cobain, the new world flows on electrical waves like Cox and Kaskade. All sounds of angels making their way through instruments and vocals to say something real. 
Music is the reason I know I still breathe. It's the reason why time keeps on moving and sending me in motion. Vibrations that guide an uncomfortable soul that doesn't believe she belongs in this kind of world. 
It's all so grand that I am Air, the Gemini queen constantly in need of the wind rushing past, going fast. Deeply connected to the sea, cause I move the waves with the blow of a kiss. I make my way through the fields of daffodils, making them dance in glee. And I'm the best when playing with fire, because I'm the element that brings the flames to life, and can take it all away with one heated breath. I don't want to blow the candle light out. Not yet. I want to set fire to the world so that maybe people will wake up. That's just an idea that comes and goes depending on my mood, depending on my current view of humanity  
I am free in the endless motion that moves me forward. Though,  sometimes I wander back swiftly in memory and dreams. Like the wind.