Sway Me with Your Song
I can hear the wind
its song is haunting and slow
the music of spirits
across the beams of trees
the leaves whisper
and I know they are dancing
twirling, touching air
in cascading dappled decent.
The giant sunflower is leaning
precarious and fragile into the space
the persimmon tree leaves for its dismayed
and heavy swaying
and bully wind is pushing the tilt
the flow of life’s pattern falls into the yard
callus and indifferent the sun watches
as the last snap dragon dries up and folds its face.
Sway me in you dappled splendor
this day of drying flowers
and waving cotton sheets
let me celebrate the sky with you
clean and bright oh sway me low
and parting ions pull me in mixtures
of truth and dare and dreamy dimension
singing earth and dirt
and lost time of watering cans
and delicious new corn.
Sing to me wind
you are like a new lover
in your hold on my happiness
and your touch is vibrant
and silkens this parch skin
that thirsts so for your opening bliss
to lay with me on this mattress of grass
with your sweet breath my cover.
In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 06-09-2000).]