September 22nd, 2015

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Wind

A friend online mentioned the wind in a thoughtful posting. This inspired me, and the result is the poem “Wind”.

Poem for Day 264 – 20150922

Where did you come from passing wind,
where are you off to in such a rush?
Stay a bit and whisper secrets
of vistas seen along the way.

Around the world, valley and mountain,
the door is open to the vagabond,
with breezes of the summer day
and maelstroms of winter gale.

Into the lives of man you intrude,
rich and poor alike feel your breath.
You're impartial to all you meet,
observer of both the bold and meek.

Do I hear echoes of voices foreign
found by you other's tongues?
Give me wisdom to understand
the exhalations of other lands.

There lessons learned, lives fulfilled,
you witness both the bad and good.
Fay witness to the mortal kind,
here to whisper in my ear.

Did you say that you must sally forth,
that others await your comfort?
I'll bid farewell to my fair friend
until you blow this way again.

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