Wind
The planets swirl,
they do unfurl,
to all the dark dispel.
A pure gentle beam
runs around the world,
your soul it is I see.
You are the wind
your breeze is gold,
come to settle my unease.
A ship at sail
caught in your gale
awash in it's bell I be.
O cosmic realm
from whence I yell
you have set me free.
And then I fell,
a speck of sand,
my soul laying in your hand.
© 2009
they do unfurl,
to all the dark dispel.
A pure gentle beam
runs around the world,
your soul it is I see.
You are the wind
your breeze is gold,
come to settle my unease.
A ship at sail
caught in your gale
awash in it's bell I be.
O cosmic realm
from whence I yell
you have set me free.
And then I fell,
a speck of sand,
my soul laying in your hand.
© 2009
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