The Wind Howls

The wind howls, I am within, the trees move, dance and sway
'Tis my breath that blows them in subtle array
I march upon thunder, inside lightning I gleam
I am wind dancing and thunder, riding lightning's bright gleam
I'm windswept desert wilderness one of the same

I breathe upon babes when they first do appear
They inhale my essence as lite angel hair
I ride upon closed windows, yet hearts open unto me
I am Mr Light Dancing, this night upon sea
With freedom in my right hand, riding with me

I am wet upon desert, lite touch upon your lips
I'm old song of remembrance, new song of dance
For I am your yesterday yet whispered into today
I am your heart a glittering tall inside me
It is your breath as freedom I do clutch in right hand

I am both warrior and prince, men know me of old
For I drank in the wilderness, when it was yet old
I have marched upon battlefields of new, young and old
I have been seen in the graveyards remembering the old.
My name is sunset, I live upon time

Wind blows mighty, exciting my heart
For thunder I have, yet my heart none to hold
I seek from the west, an entrance of she, the only...yes who knows me
For solitude follows a warrior such as I
Blow wind, so mighty and strong, in windsong blow her gently to me

Indian Princess standing so tall, I await on a mountain all covered in snow
It melts as I do, in heated passion of soul, thirsting for dreamworks, waters a flow
I lay myself down, prostrate upon snow, here I await you, my eyes affixed upon you
For in the unnumbered starred heavens, 'tis where I see you
I will await through the winter, of a hundred years right here, yes waiting for you

Indian Princess, I was born just for you..........

Rodney Evan Bohen