I walk in the wind
The breeze wraps about me -
The sunset has begun
And it's all I seem to see.
The melancholy I know so well
Returns as a faithful old friend -
Like cathartic clouds, flowing
Through my soul to an intangible end.
They aglow, beg me follow
To a place I'm unsure I know -
The very same place found
Just beyond the rising rainbow.
There is a color in the wind
Not to be seen, only heard -
A voice in the sun's last light
Speaking to the soul in unpronounceable words.
Wind, clouds, sunlight
Everything lives, leaves, and moves on through -
Sooner or later each human being
Has to take notice... and, go there too...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All of GOD in his creation surrounding you