The man in the wind

The man in the wind

I never heard the man in the wind today

His voice seems to have gone astray

As the whisper flows from his lips

Elegant movements come eclectically from the lightning’s dancing finger tips

A loud boom falls from grey skies

As the doom of echoing movements flicker gleaming in his eyes

A soft subtle whisper is heard

As a smooth wind raises quick as a bird

My hair flows, raises, and wraps around my body

As I dance in smooth tantric waves, so naughty

All at once in a downpour

A soul begins to soar

Everything becomes calm, almost too quiet

Nature about to begin her own riot

Tonight I heard the wind man’s cries

Deep beneath these grey skies

Electric movements dancing above me

“Take care,” says he

“we have but one earth,”

“Everything is taken with too much mirth”

I never heard the man in the wind today

His voice seems to have gone astray

I do know a whisper that flows off of his lips

That dances off of the lightning’s fingertips

Falls from grey skies

And gleams in his eyes

The whisper that is heard

Quick as a bird

As his sweet breath wraps my hair around my body

The movements seemingly naughty

Standing in the downpour

Mind and spirit do soar,

I never heard the man in the wind today

Seems he has gone astray

He lives in the trees

Dances in the leaves

Holds me tight,

As I smile with delight.

As my hair wraps around my body,

I have a feeling so naughty.

As a warm breath of air creeps up my spine

Allowing me to feel so divine.