watch the wind start up/the wind die down
need to go some place where the wind doesn't die
where the start remains
where forgiveness and familiarity
is the smoke stack through the dark green trees/signalling your future home
where every limb suggests embrace
every tree gives off the perfect shade
and cover from the rain
says, where you go I go
where you go
where I go
where the house is
where the walls are that crave words to crumble sweetly to
where inside the walls there's another frame of another world
comprised of whispers that shout in what perfect wind
when it comes to tear and to test
in whatever wind that reminds the mind
In whatever wind that brings scent to you
from another place around the bend
in whatever wind that changes you
changes the look of the land
in whatever wind that takes your love
and takes her love
in whatever wind that swirls and dies
and is reborn in your loving spark
in whatever wind that keeps track
in the tracking of its carnage
in whatever wind that seduces you
into tall grass with your last love
in whatever wind that brings about new children
in whatever wind that creaks the door jams
where your children's growth lines are drawn
in whatever world where the wind smooths the sails
of your love's boat
transparently perfecting the path
of grey green sea
between the islands
and the open blue uncertainty
in the wind where the state is truly in the greatest wait
and all that frenetic fury that dances you
dances me the sea and the landscapes
in the wind that makes the word and the world wait
In whatever wind that forgets to
in whatever wind that forgets that there was ever anything
else but the weight of the wait
