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.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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