Dancing On An Unseen Wind

I dance on an unseen wind which by grace softly blows my way.

I tip toe now above the foul shadows born of another time and day.

On tiny delicate wings my spirit learns once again how it is to fly.

For this; this soft unseen wind has come forth as a gift from on high.

Where all was once sullen; cold and dark comes now a burning light.

Trees are green again, flowers bloom and blue bird’s together nest and sing.

For glorious is this as are the pastel hues painted for the coming of each dawn.

Blissful is the amber sunset which brings on the song of approaching night.

J. Allen Wilson © 4/9/2009…04-07-09