“Dance of the

Wind”

Gentle breeze, whiff dreams unspoken

Color thy sound of soul so broken
From doleful wind of dying, poured like rain betoken.
Where feet wallow and storm stricken.

Wind from the east, up to the west howling unexpressed.

Blew the fog to see life that is on quest
Take me to my big blue skies of dreams.
Carry me, where the sun is dazzling and ocean beams.

I would like to see dander storms, it strengthens me.

I would like to walk from agony of darkness, where fear became
courage.
I would like to be your friend once more.
I would like to be in storm so I can carry the dance of the wind.

-J. Lambert Pasington.