I walk in the wind
The breeze wraps about me –
The sunset has begun
And it’s all I seem to see.
The melancholy I know so well
Returns as a faithful old friend –
Distant crystal clouds going away
Flow through my soul like an intangible end.
They smiling aglow beg me follow
To a place I’m unsure I know –
The very same place found
Just beyond the rising rainbow.
There is a color in the wind
Not to be seen, only heard –
A voice in the sun’s last light
Speaking to the soul in unpronounceable words.
Wind, clouds, sunlight
Everything lives, leaves, and moves through –
Sooner or later each human
Has to take notice… and go along too…
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