Reset

I Am Wind

I

I will not pass the easy death, nor flinch
'Neath that veil, when finally it covers
My eyes and ne'er I know my lids to blink
Lest they hang upon the Maiden's mantle.
I will not fall upon my knees and shriek,
Nor cry that my time is too soon ended;
I would stand upon the hill as I watch
The winged ladies fly down to meet me
And arm 'round each be brought to that great hall
And stand proud before Gods assembled.

II

Melancholic mind be gone! Too long you
Have lazed the garden and taken my wine;
Have fallen baccal abed and bestrew
And strangled out the thoughts were that not mine!
I am not so low as you would make me!
I will not fall to your opiate trance,
And find my skills and wits are left to flee,
Unattended thus by your subservance.

III

Come Air, from the east, bringer of breath and thought, carrier of inspiration and ravager of the plains. I know your power, and can taste the subtle scents of far away things. With you, I have traveled far and high, known what was to come, and been empowered by your touch. Yours is a nature of playfulness and exploration. Music is made when you move the trees, and songs are sung by your subjects. I have heard your shrieks and howls, and seen the lands buffeted by your power.

posted by September @ 10:06 AM