DREAMS OF WIND

In dreams there is magic…

If you befriend the wind you will ride on her wings,

the eye of the breeze will be yours to command
Places unseen by mortals will be unveiled,
all curtains lifted or seen between.

The intimate dance of fire and wind,
will be you magic to attend.
The will and design of sacred shadows;
A trace of you fingers upon all stone.

The ancient art of painting with water;
An erotic weave of gales and sea.
An offering of life or cleaning pain,
All paths will be carved by drops of rain.

Mountains may stand the test of time,
until they befriend the cunning wind.
Their majesty and might demand respect.
The wind reshapes and offer penance,
in the form of nature’s purest song.

She saw the first sunrise, she will see the last.
The moon is her lover, choreographs her dance.
In dreams you will join in soul
This magic is yours to control.

Close your eyes and embrace the wind,
ride it to a past or future destination.
Watch her reshape all within,
as she whispers her sacred song…

© Nov 11, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: photo is a random internet find