On top of the big hill at moonlight,
Looking down into the valley,
The wind around me restless
Leaves spinning like the lost in a cyclone,
The occasional cricket looking for his way home,
Amongst the tall green grass;
I am unsure of what I am looking for,
Enjoying being no where,
With nothing to do;
But still restless, the wind kicks up around me,
Perhaps wanting to play
But what games would the wind want to play
If not for my lack of wings, I’m sure we’d have quite the day.
If it weren’t night that is…
But enough of semantics
I feel the need to go with the wind
But I’d prefer to stay in the valley today
And the wind dies down…leaving me
Perhaps a hurricane asked it to join as it passes this way
So the silence returns, that never went away
I look down into the valley,
Unsure of what I am looking for
And wait
And the wind flows silently past
As if to caress me.
