I’m listening to the wind
they say it howls
but what if it sings?
I remember running
Feeling the wind play with my hair
Walking on a beach
The wind turning small grains of sand
into stinging insects
Thunder in the distance
No wind…calm…and then
the wind comes to life
it carries the smell of rain
Till you feel each sweet drop on your face
A face turned into the wind
Smiling, loving, cherishing
That, which no-one can control
The wind blows the dust away
It cleanses
A wind has swept through my soul
I believe in that which can not be seen
And yet…
The results are so visible
