The Wind
Returns Into the night
Above the earth
In a mist, hidden sleep
A shadow remains at the edge
of the sudden glow
Frightened by the flashing of the light
Down below
Out of the chasm,
the dawn staggered, stretching
And out of the stillness,
an echo was sounding
The fire, it climbed to the roof
of the sky where it burned
A shaft of light, it shattered the cloud
And out of this numerous mass,
angels danced
In procession from intricate darkness
They beckon to me and you
Broken by the echo of the dawn
And the wind returns into the night
Upon its wings rides the shadow breeze
It flies along the edge of
broken dreams
Haunted by the image
of the fly and the glow
Off and from the moun
tainside sleeping
We danced through the forest,
the leaves, the trees
And imagined a voice
that told us to follow the wind
Shall I remember the children at play
Or the birds skipping skitter
in the morning's first rain
Or the wind's intense whisper
as it screamed out a warning to me
And you, reflected by
the shadow of the dawn
And the wind returns into the night
And from the path des
cends the ghost
Some pleading with the
keeper of the gate
While others know the rules
and choose to wait
In silence
Remember the softest and
transparent morning
When darkness was touched
by the brown sparrow singing
Round ringing of bells and the joy
when the morning stood still
Wind returns into the night
A path is lit by the lantern's dim glow
At once they fade
and merge with other flames
Leaving only the vaguest
pattern of thoughts
And dreams
Dreams of children singing
their voices floating
Twisting out of the garden
and forming a bridge
From the light to the darkness
And now I see the other side
Where children lift their hands
and try to hide their faces
All worn by the memory of sorrow
Some crying, eyes covered,
but still undiscovered
Some trying to be real,
but frequently failing like me
And you
Left with only the silence
of the rain and the wind