Wandering Wind Song

inaction, aimless, and love (Dec. 2011)

Woman of the wind

I hear your song calling

But your source?

A spring; love; life?

 

Manifest your sand to flesh;

I feel with heart but my hands are sifted empty.

Is it I or you, who is lost,

For I wander but you?

 

Errant be my quest

But no armor be my burden

Windmills may be left,

And mirages uncaptivatin’.

 

Is my mind the moon

Waxing as you come closer?

Or waning as your tide’s pause

And wait again for seeking?

 

My lips have tasted dew

But it only appears while sleeping

Shall the night part and find me unawaken,

Will I know this ain’t dreaming?

 

Is there solace to be found

In the grass that covers ground

Or is a tracker mistaken

My trail untaken?

 

I am the abandoned fawn

But can one so hidden be found?

Is the heart run on faith or action?

Can one find truth without ever knowing?

Reviews

[Jeni Reed]

I really enjoy the comparison you gave between the moon and your mind and the description below in how you talk about dreaming without using the word. very nice!