my wind

Caress my face gently you will sometimes
Mingle with the rain and pour down my face sometimes
Challenge my countenance and slow me sometimes,
Put me in a tailspin and spiral me down sometimes.
I have no wings nor the weight to fly
Yet you are the wind that will take me to the sky
Without you I am nothing, I am the poet you are the muse,
tables turn, I am the muse, you the poet,
tarry and try to be slow, I am caught up but raring to go.