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Inspired partly by "The Wind Cries Mary". GO JIMI.

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The mourning wind sighs as it
Journeys across the earth; cradling
Dead leaves and lone feathers
In its insubstantial embrace,
The adopter of the lonely and still.
It cannot handle lack of motion;
It heaves the sea and sways the trees
And carries sweet scents through the air
As it stirs the locks of a far-off lover.

Around and around it stirs the world
Like a multicolored stew; a mix of
Peoples carried ‘cross the sea
Their sales filled with the wind
That cannot afford to stop.
The earth must be a blur to it;
It passes quickly, fickle and light,
Flitting past too fast to stop and see the
Beauty and destruction it creates.
The movement of a grain of sand
Can topple mountains, trap waters,
And end a world; but the wind,
As it snatches the sand,
Can’t ever stop to watch.

Stand on a cliff top; gaze out
At the heaving sea, the scurrying clouds,
And the roaring, screaming wind.
What can you hear?
You know it carries the stories of the ages
Across the land, the seas, the ice, the desert sands
Carries them in baskets, by the armful,
Only too willing to free itself
Dump them in other’s hands,
Lighten the burden so it can
Zoom free once more; move faster than light
And escape the earth in a rush.

Wind, what stories do you tell
As you drift and rush, driven by the past?
Tell me of the storms you unleashed
The clouds you danced among
The towers you toppled
The sailors you brought home.
Tell me of lovers that entrusted their
Embraces, their kisses to your care
To deliver to soldiers, to sailors, to adventurers
Thousands of miles away.
Tell me of seeds planted, hills eroded,
Sands blown across silent deserts
To end up in a stranger’s hourglass.
Tell me of birds, of leaves, of butterflies.
Tell me your stories; tonight,
We are all alone ‘neath the moon.
Why do you moan? Why do you whisper?
Tell me your secrets, wind.

Why do the pleasures of your stories escape you?
Do you laugh in a stranger’s ear as you remember
Times from centuries ago?
Do you moan with longing as you travel across valleys
And stir the skirts and curls of the girl
Who blows you the kiss for another?
Do you sigh when you hurl the rain
Into the face of a man who holds a child
-As none could ever hold you-
And won’t let you tear them apart?

The poetic thoughts of a race who
Was never as powerful as you;
Do they make you stronger?
Do they make you faster?
Do they tear you apart?
Or do they only make you wish
As you travel endlessly around the earth,
The perpetual explorer,
That you were not wind, that you were not
Forced to always move, keep pushing, keep rushing,
Knowing that by stopping you forfeit existence
But still wishing to be naught but motionless air
So you could stop
And see
And listen
To the stories that you never understood?

You have been Tak-esque lately. This is no less than any of your previous works, meaning it was good.

For some reason, this made me think of Pochahontas, you know, the Disney movie? Didn't they sing some kind of crazy song about the wind?

Yes! Ha, I remember now! *off-key warbling*

OH GOD WALL OF TEXT.
Anyways, read and enjoyed, but I'm gonna have to ask that you do another narrative soon, as I miss the Kirby narrative.
Please?

This is lovely.

Only nitpick: 'sales' should be 'sails'.