Wind
I wonder where the wind blows
All day and night it comes and goes
Flitting here and flitting there
Seemingly without a single care
No trouble or duties to weigh it down
Or keep it here in this small town
I wonder when the wind was born
Did it wake on the first morn?
Did it wake on land or air
Over here or over there?
Did it wake in meadows green
Or on the largest mountain ever seen?
I wonder is there only one breeze
Dancing from worlds that scorch to worlds that freeze?
Is there only one or are there more
Riding the thermals from shore to shore?
If there are more than how many have I met?
And how many more till my heart sun will set?
Should I add more?
Arts of the Midnight
Where time is not a boundary for dreams.