Wind Dancer

There is a time when all is magic - you can feel it in the air
when the thunder pounds - the lightning strikes -
and the sky lets go it's tears
 
close your eyes - as the wind begins to rise - she runs her fingers thru your hair
breathe in deep the smells of mother earth-that's when her magic she will share
 
I hear the drumming of the thunder pounding out Santana's beat
then my body starts a-swaying    keeping rhythm with my feet
 
And I give myself completely  to the magic of the night
As a leaf I dance as madly as  a tiny dancer in mid flight
 
The lightening cracks like cymbals putting on it's ethereal show
I hear the music of the Eagles coming from my radio
 
And they sing to me of searching for a freedom that is mine
but the tears fall from my childish face for I search but cannot find
 
I soar upon the dancing wind  
like a seagull in full flight
wrap my self around a freedom
that will be gone before the night
 
with the wind I howl my anguish screaming out that I AM HERE
weep with knowing - no one knows I am - not even yonder chair
 
I spin and spin until I drop then fall to earth like rain
deep into a peaceful slumber cleansed of all my worldly shame
 
That I must lose myself in fantasy   so I can spread my wings in flight
to find my music is my freedom   to find my magic in the  
night
 
Then I thank my mother earth who shared the path to freedoms door
not for long must I hear my father creep   nor see his shadow on my floor