Let the Wind Blow Through

Let the Wind Blow Through My house is built of fragile sticks Each window opened shows a different view Clean or with a dusty film, yet held close A skin of remembrance hidden deep Different footprints in the sand The wind blows through my head Doors left wide open Against the morning breeze My thoughts drift like the frigates above Gliding across a great expanse of blue Rocks tossed by waves litter the sandy beach of my mind Each a nugget of surprising wisdom To pick up and use as needed or a piece of waste to step around Sometimes it's hard to know which Before it's too late The need to slam the doors shut Against the tempest inside Swirling towards dark thoughts Or open wide my heart And receive the gifts contained within That brings peace and happiness Mine to make as I walk alone or as two I let the wind blow through to clear the air