Feel of the midnight wind

I know the feel of the midnight wind;  
I know the touch of another's soul.  
Both pass over, moving, changing  
and feeding the fire within.

At once soft and profound,  
silent and symphonous --  
our wordless exchanges  
touch eye and brow and heart with meaning.

Yesterday became what it should have been.  
And now, the present forming between us --  
I wonder if that late-night spent  
was not the future as it ought to be.