What is it that you would say,
restless spirit carried by wind?
You come to me from a journey
of many sleepless moons,
having traveled as far as
East is set apart from West.

Though song of your heart rises
and swirls all around me, desiring
release, you give no voice
to its tune. You leave me
with your caress, followed
by a stillness, then the storm.

Wind-dancer, I welcome you.
Your presence cools, eases
time in burning noon-day sun.
Know you not that I would
accept what message you bring
gently, gracefully?

See these strong arms spread wide!
Wherever your wind, there
I will abide. An enduring tree
I stand, because once you spoke
and breathed your blessing
full on me, saved my soul.

Neither have I forgotten
your self-spawned hurricane
that seemed at first to topple
my faith in who you were
and who I was, in love’s
power to heal us both.

What is it now, wind-dancer,
that you have come to say,
so much having passed between us?
You have traveled far on journey
of many sleepless moons,
and I would listen now.