Singing Wind

I’m bleeding with the atmosphere
I’m a pendulous as a clock
timed to freedom; timed to discipline
and the ocean comes through
with vast wafts of populations
that cry and flow
I’m singing along
singing with their way of life
I’m singing wind!
I’m singing wind!
my lungs drenched with energy
soaked with blood
and my bones coo
because I am a force of the world
God created me to communicate
I’ll talk through breezy silences
I’ll portray a hidden language

And the grass comes clean
with the secret of seeds
pollinated by air
and I push against gravity
an instrument to balance weightlessness
I’ll sing
I’ll sing
because God made me of earth
how can I stop?
I’m singing wind!

this gusto of an interface
this love burts through phase
I grow and grow
with the wind currents
like blood waves within
red and ripe for life
I’ll sing with winds
as long as my lungs don’t coil in dust

seashells and paradigms
quickly mesh with the flow...