Listening to the wind,
The tunes playing in my ear,
I sit still.
Still to heal, still to feel,
You by me, you in me.
The smile I long to see
In my heart, you are free.
Free to be, free to beat,
The drum, the heat.
I wait and wait
Until we align. Until…
“Wind, can you tell me
Your story; Where you were?
While still, lenient, strong
A thought, a storm
In the midst, a narrative untold?