The Wind That Blows My Mind

I sit alone, the silence loud.

The wind breaks through the heavy cloud.

It touches deep a restless sigh.

And stirs the memories I hide.

The past, a river running wild,

the restless dreams of a younger child.

The future looms-a darker sea,

a weight of fears crashing on me.

The busy streets, the racing skies,

have filled the winds with empty lies.

No gentle songs, no whispered streams,

just heavy airs and broken dreams.

Yet far beyond this iron race,

The wind still wears a softer face.

It plays with trees, it stirs the cloudy skies,

It dances where the river sighs.

The flowers laugh, the waters glide,

The birds with open wings confide.

The breeze-it sings, it spins, it waves.

It writes a hope upon the leaves.

O heart, remember how to hear,

the songs of winds that call you near.

For though the world may press unkind,

Still sings the wind that blows my mind.