The Braille of Wind

There's something different about the wind    
that's travelled a long, long way    
and a weary heaviness  
as if compressed by the weight of miles    
yet full of exotic scents and ozone    
   
Eagerly you face the breeze    
now caressing your face as you wet your lips    
tasting spices from high desert plains    
and sun baked granite cliffs    
   
There's tang on the tip of the tongue    
alkaline, dry and brittle yet with the softness    
of thousand year old dust    
desiccating with love    
   
There's something different about the wind    
inspiring a spiritual wanderlust    
to find the source on mountain tops    
and follow from summit to desert to sea    
seeking birth and mortality    
of this mistral of longing and desire