By The Wind

There is wind below the roof,

There is wind over the grass,

There is wind among the sun-shone trees,

There is wind behind the waves, rushing helplessly past.

There is wind around the eye

Which runs apace with rampant fragility.

The world around turns and turns to chaos,

Lives turn into smiles imposed upon strands of memory.

There is wind beckoning the thunderous clouds

Which drowns the clay and concrete alike

With shards of water that was once earthbound;

Plants relive in glory, ants go running deep inside.

There is wind relishing the afternoon laziness,

There is wind among the surrendering rays of sun,

There is wind careering the scent of freshly brewed tea,

There is wind in the dreams, that keep them afloat in a reverie.

There is wind woven into the blanket

Surrounding us in a cocoon of storms and breezes.

There is wind in the chambers of brass,

And we take flight everytime the wind sings to us.