I walk in beauty, I experience but you
through fields of amber, I feel you here
you blow through my distant memory
your song stays with me, enchants me, so
My long raven hair catches your message
blowing like the winter wheat, it flows
you gently whisper your intent to my ear
O,' but what do you truly know of me?
You scatter the chaff and the tumble weed
my linen dress waves in the wayward wind
bare, my feet and soul, your lovely song
I close my eyes, feel reborn at your hand
What secrets do you know, what, therein?
I am but a woman/child, in years to you
flourish 'neath you, your melodious whisper
phasing languished, in sweet evanescence
O', but if I could only float along in you
to know what you know of our earth mother
how she is in all of us, her message in song
and you....the conduit of our possibilities
You and your magnificent windsong....