The Wind

The wind stirs, as its howl echoes around me.

Unconsciously I sway as if its force could move me.

But it is the wind's song that guides my motion.

The wind is a stream of voices cutting through trees,

fondling impenetrable structures as it chooses its path.

It surrounds me as it sings,

blanketing my body as its song entices me.

"Listen to my song," the voices whisper,

"for I have traveled distances unimaginable,

soared through the skies

and danced in the company of the most uncommon of people.

I am eternity."

I listened, touched by the power of the wind's message,

singing of it's journeys, enveloping me in the strength of its song.

And I danced, for what was once the stir of the wind around me,

was now its rhythm beating inside of me.

written in 2003