My poem to the Wind

Sometimes on the wind  
There is laughter    
Hysterical, the wind carries    
Cries of weeping pain    
   
Rain, chattering the thickness of the leaves    
The wind scattering dusty old dreams    
   
Blowing away the thoughts that talk    
And talk endlessly    
   
Because the wind is wild,    
More than any wild thing    
   
Maniac wind, swell and sing    
Bellowing out intergalactic drumming
The Universal heart pumping   
Dancing, brushing skin with softness    
Beckoning branches to slap and  sting  
   
The wind has ears and listens to      
Honest whispers of inner intentions    
Taxis your prayers across the sun    
Unravels your thoughts like ribbons      
   
The wind is asking questions    
"Who is to differentiate between finding & lost?    
The clouds and the breeze?    
The sunbeams from the tree tops?    
From ocean to river to blood to bleed?"    
Believe in yourself, your humanity    
Your earth, your sky,      
Ebbing and flowing, All is Alive    
All fractals of eternal love everlasting    
   
Winds of whispering eternity    
Forever bleeding    
Rivers of creation    
Blowing right through me.