An Ode to Wind

Overcome with tiredness, I put my head to the large and soft pillow that befriends the border of my bed, and  slowly succumbing to sleep, I heard a most fantastic sound; it was the shipping of wind, and in my state, so slightly betwixt dreaming and a lucid awakening, I thought of a fantastic myriad of movements, much like a dance that the wind had stepped or invented in flight. The noise permeated in me and produced, via the vehicle of imagination, this appraisal of she; the wind, who with characteristic vicissitude, beguiles, charms and makes falter, us all.

The wind moves through

the tops of trees

and the tips of the leaves

in such a seductive manner;

leaving lingering notes

and a cold vein where she blows,

and how she should blow!

And with what ferocity!

She makes her cry

that penetrates the stone walls

and lays with you-

wind, that she is;

mysterious and forever

unflinching in her direction

and desire.

Playful and indomitable.

Pray let your fury reign

through the night,

so I may be made to sleep

by your symphony.