"Floating Leaf"

A floating leaf-

Is that how you feel?

Being blown about
By a wind
That you
Have no control of-

That never allows you
To touch the ground?

And though that's true-

It still never allows you either,
To fly high enough
To brush against the sky?

Yet I must ask you,
Through it all-
Even as you go spiraling,
And probably
So very often tumbling-

Forever it seems-

Without end-

Between Heaven and Earth:

Does that stop you
From wanting love?