Notes to the Wind

 
Let her ride on the back
Of your knowing
Be the restless wild steed
That races through the corrals  
Of her heart  
 
Whisper in her ear  
The breezes of centuries  
Filling her lungs  
With the passion of life  
 
Race her to the shores  
Of salt and sand  
Crash with her in waves  
Tangled in seaweed and brine  
Whipping her dry with hot breath  
 
Be her tempestuous lover
Stealing her clothes from the line  
Leaving her exposed on the mountain
Of stones and brush
Where rivers sing  
 
Weave her hair into soft waves
That gather sunlight  
Leaving her blushed in the burn  
Of your grasp  
 
She melds into the landscape
Of your harshest places  
Where you whistle
blow your demands  
 
Sweeping gales of clouds
Mist, into her waiting hands
Filling her with the laughter
Of a child, tears of a maiden
Wiped away with a  
Gentle kiss  
 
Stand with her on  
Desert floors, pulling  
the scream from
 her parched   lips
left dry
Far too long,  
 
Spin her around in your tornado  
Of dance
Splitting her into atoms
Of dust, spat out in re~birth  
On the tapestry of landscapes  
 
Whisper the ancient secrets
Of spell bound creatures
That lay dormant  
Tell her everything and nothing  
Leave her guessing your secrets
 
How after all this time  
You still blow so freely  
Without a care