Friday, May 1, 2009

Wind Power Warm

In it comes
(the window like a welcome)
wind of the day sky warm
across my resting skin
a breath of healing

It wakes me to my might
a touch that I dream about
is the music playing in my hair
if I could just reach far enough
light sound laughter all singing there

Watch Wind like a river to my rock
calling to me from within my own neglect
I can feel it running up into me
it knows the curves within
and its power folds my bones
until I am sky too
blowing beloved into trees

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