Wind, wind it came in
I was glad it did, the way it blew
around my heart and through
a place of hollow blue, a storm
warm of drumming beats in sync
went swirling round my head
a flutter of butterflies flew on
through morning fog
a song was heard of
leafy trees and birds that speak
connecting me once more
the breeze that blows
to shake the soul
of me, quite free
all the day listening
to the earth
and all the ways
of wind

Where sleeps the crescent moon
and drifts bright stars away
to bring a song of light
glowing from a thicket there
where tawny birds take flight
or dappled in the wooded trees
foggy breathed the morning light
with rousing sounds of faeries there
drowsy in their dreaming cares
they bid farewell unto the night,
to stars that sail swift into the evanescent light.

Now springs another day from this woodland place
soft with mossy grays or starry lichen lace
green the leafy ferns will wake
with scented rains, wet upon the bark
incense cedars drift and swirl
sweet, the air of smoke
until alas the sun, so brilliant comes
from behind a clouded cloak
and disappears once more
the dawn that softly spoke.

Ages have gone, with all the colors run
shadows of a place, a northern home
a memory in sepia, with dust upon the mantle
a woman, a face behind the veil
the evening light streams about
the room in layers, golden, yellow
how strange a glow that lights her face
and faint a smile's revealed

The moon has left the sky
no longer does it shine, nor stars glittering fall
only nights draped in coldest black, as if winter
as if a northern squall bangs upon the shutters
a pounding in my heart emptied hollow
a memory, your face sullen sallow
now only a breathless shadow
across the fields
of my days

Many colors the ocean of golden sun
through darkness, shines a starlit home
a portal of moon, behind a cloud that comes
and fades the black into the endless dawn
and finds a place, heaven sent that sacred
shines upon the soul

After some time, there are no words spoken
only an awakening in the silence
of a blue light dawn, a moment
where stars linger on
a portal is found
where the soul
lives on
and on

In the garden, a bird, a flower
gold the edge, gold the dawn that hovers
a song of summer, a tiny sparrow perched
long upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the air
a redolent warmly breeze, brushes by the maple trees
caressing sweet the singing leaves and breathes the air of heaven
in the gold of a halcyon summer
beyond the hills of sage, grey plumes  
the stark blue sky cloudless looms
and sings with birds in lilting waves high above the field
they break the silence in a world transformed
a song - void of man's ordinary words.