• The Melodious Wind

    Bending the reed
    Your wake is signaled only by the song
    Echoing from your lips

    A gust from your breath
    Signaling the new day
    Dawn
    ‘til
    Dusk
    The wood creaks for your call

    The coldest things left
    Enchanted
    Into your warmth, they plead
    Briefly it is theirs
    Until it is not

    Yet when you are
    sad
    scared
    angry
    your breeze causes chills
    and yet you move on
    never here
    never there
    but everywhere
    the melodious wind