When the wind holds still
momentarily,
my ears find song
engaging the air
of serenity…
And I breathe
When the softest breeze
whispers secrets through the trees,
my eyes find grace
and a ballet of thought
dances gently…
a pirouette of peace
surrounds my heart…
And I breathe
When the winds of gusto
break against the drum of my soul
with an unsteady beat
and the rains pour passion
across my path,
I feel the familiar sideways slant
of that missing piece…
And I listen
When the orange hue of sunrise
decorates the sky
with a painting of the artist's dream,
I feel Her delicacy…
And I know
I want to go home.
