Pervailing Wind
            You gleam
             in my vision
             and I squint
             as you glare
             in infinity.

                  My essence on your lap
and you leaf through
        the dust-laden stars,
                                         leaves,
and you hum
       a loving tune
             of whispers told unheard,
of promises
             that depart your lips
             as a swan its lake.

             I love you though
             Dark Wind of dreams made real,
             dark mist that blurs my sight.

I love you deeply
as to lay bare my strings
so you may play a tune;
as to spread my shores
so you may swim their seas;
as to bestow my very soul
so you may pick your flight,

              and I wait
                      in silence
for an echo of your sound - as rare
        as the Pervailing Wind.

                                                           INA Jan 2001      

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