oh sweet wind
may I be the leaf
you toss about in swirl and sweep
that flies alone in your embrace
in sonnet of transparent grace
to see what lies beyond the tree
oh in your arms I'd like to be
to hoist that sail of dreams alone
and let your touch direct me home
but fanciful is such delight
for sweet wind you are fierce in might
the gentle that is on your gauge
can quickly turn into such rage
If all you seek is but a leaf
then you become a whispered thief
but if sights set upon the tree
then roots and all yours it shall be
your heavy hand of force...
will not be set off-course
yet foolishly I close these eyes
and wish to be the leaf that flies
for gentle is your sway
if only for a day...
sweet wind to sail away.
Deo Volente
May 18, 2010
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