The Wind

The wind plays chimes and leaves and trees
And flowers dance to its harmonies
Shadows and flames and waves are turning
The wind to my heart sounds chords of yearning
Memories riding home to me
Ghosts loom
Whispering whispering
Through my hair and gown, blown free
Always haunting
When life has left me broken
And love cannot be spoken
And I stand alone, no more to dance in song
The wind will take me in and make me one
With the hum of the earth
With the warmth of the sun
With the kiss of the sea
And I'll belong.

slumbering, 1996