Past Winds

If only I were the wind I'd fly to memories thin back beyond time a place all mine I'd slither between fields twirl in valley shields hide among the pines rustle hillside grape vines Finding a forest a river within stay for a moment before I rescind Lift eagle feather wings to soar Wait for rain howl with storm Whip dust from places I played as child lay loosely there where I grew so wild return to those places dark I would rest as wooden bark