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I Speak To the Wind

I speak to the wind
And the wind speaks to me
I whisper its name
And its name sets me free

I spread out my arms
Like a flesh crucifix
And it lifts me up high
It, becoming my wings

I whisper my thoughts
In the air to the wind
It takes them up high
It absolves all my sins

So I stand all alone
With the trees who are kin
And together we wait
We wait for the wind

I look at the trees
They don’t dance, they don’t sing
Then along comes a breeze
Who belongs to the wind

The trees spread their arms
To be touched by the wind
And their leaves spring to life
Now they dance, now they sing

So I spread out my arms
Like the trees, because I’m kin
And I feel so alive
Because I speak to the wind

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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