Knots

The mane reflects

a state of mind

Yesterday 

it flew wild in the wind

unmindful of its fate

Today it is tangled

persistently fierce
decidedly without hope

Tomorrow

threatens to tame it
into a plait of constriction

This mane longs for the wind again.

Tu Me Manques

A head unclouded, to think on my feet
A gaze surrounded, enveloping all it sees
A heart resigned, to grieve its own passions
A faith unbridled, by doubt or greed
A thought jumbled, but content to be unsettled
A strength confounded, in its desire to be unnecessary
A curiosity ignited, with the right kind of hard questions
A smile unpoised, stripped of gratuitous pretense
A love unaccustomed, jubilant with the unknown
A hunch embedded, begging to be true

Is everything that is missing from me.

In French, you don't say "I miss you." You say "tu me manques," which is closer to "You are missing from me."