You are all still here.

You are all still here.
Fading and twisting in the mist.
I forget you and your wind
brushes my hair into curls,
laughter in flocks.
Belting and wailing in a ticklish chatter.
The sand is uttering ancient-
holding its patterns,
craters of gray
and delicate.
Muted green you can see through,
and a fluid so massive, it will hold us.
Take us anywhere
we want to go.
Always here.