Windy Me Poem by William Waterway

Tell me, born of water and lifted by sun - tell me of all things you hear being done -
song of bird; roar of lion, hippo, elephant, gorilla; bark of dog; meow of cat; crash of wave; fall of tree; dying gasp; smash of glass; whispers of treachery; secrets of love; crash of continents; cries of despair; screams of fear; the faint buzz of insect near.

Please, please fill my ears with all the sounds absorbed in your wingless, sightless, endless flight.

Tell me whence you first came to be, to where blows your voiceless, timeless destiny

You have so much to share–so much to share–so much to share

So much to say in your muted way - to - so few–who know–how to hear–you

You who carries the akasha in silence - with invisible, graceful vigilance

Within the door to heaven you store......sound wrought within sounds thought

Some ancients tuned into turning your graspless key....as did Edgar Cayce and Madame Blavatsky

A turn of mind to see, a way to files stored for eternity

As I walk windy shore, I brace to adore your powerful face
a face that brings tears to my eyes

I open to harken your message clear
'that which is far is always near'

I give heed while catching wind of your place, above and within your spinning space

I give thanks for being shape shifted into feeling form
form filled with air balanced by water within godly stair

Forever stepping higher above the fanned flames of desire....whose heat your hands carry across mountains of passion which rise and fall with your wearing caress

Now that I hear your tuning tone - music forever fills the hills of nature's tome

Arms outstretched I dream - dream of being you - within, without - until I am

Sounds near stretched - or, perhaps, far fetched?

Now you know the catch.