A Wind Blows

A wind blows here From distant far Cold and rare Swept from a star And little bits Of bones And little bits Of souls Through the forest wanders Filtered by trees. A wind blows here From distant stars Set churning mere sea like spars Whipping The flesh of belief Sipping Randomly The Fahrenheit of grief On bars Of new beginnings A wind blows here The weatherman Can declare It from the north, wan Temperatures Above the belt Of Capricorn. I see the dust Each sunset The sands of Africa Are not wet Where do tears Go When they are dry? A wind blows here In the warm eye And all I hear Is music on high Music in Coconut fronds leap In willow trees Dancing with the breeze Music sang in spirituals When hope was young Younger than the man Coming through the trees From the cold Mountains Where mothers bent their knees That the dreamers dream Would come to past. A fresh wind blows At last A wind blows here And seeds are cast.