Ode To The Wind 2 Poem by john tiong chunghoo

i am wind i caress
every skin i have a date

i float with the tide
and dance with the moon

as we glide over the sea
the waves takes us onto a silver path
serenade us the lustre of the moment

the moon shivers, i twirl, the trees rustle,
clouds part to give us way to a crescendo of fun

everytime i am around, the feet of the universe
spring to action, things dance, and i dance too
spreading a joie de vivre

i am a vagabond of the wildest kind
a gypsy, a tramp, a born traveller
holding a carte blanche to everywhere
in summer a thousand fans work me into action

those who ride me go on to build new lives
i had the reputation to take people
from continent to continent
to the remotest places, if they only cared
to put up a sail for me to carry them with me

nothing can stop me as i tarry from
coast to coast, village to village,
city to city, ocean to ocean
sprinkling cheerful fragrances of spring
unfurl summer's nerves, making
fair ladies sprint with pride as their graceful
luxurious crown dances round them like dreams
a million artists wait for the swirl of autumn scarlet
to work volume into their canvasses

oftentimes, you would see me sweeping
the streets here and there; leaves somersault
to my path as we play twins on a fiesta

when i do rest, i can stand on a single hair
static like a frog on a lotus leaf
a sadguru meditation, letting the self
to a land of nowhere

i hold many faces, but hide many till
things get blown away, the masks taken
the battle of opposite begins
the hot and cold air tailing each other in rages

i will be worse than the Indian Goddess Kali
eyes fiery as a volcano, a wasp out to sting
i tear down houses, uproot trees, throwing the ocean
helter skelter so that water springs everywhere

my face then is nothing other than vengeance and death,
i take away everything in my way
i am the Yama from hades and nobody escapes
the twist of fate i administer

i hold many faces, at my sweetest,
i can dance like Nataraja the cosmic dancer
moving earth, sun and moon, and the whole universe
with the tilt of my feet, swaying of my hips
and the turns of my fingers and heads

i bring good news to the deserving,
those who sweat for their work
a whole padi field waves in golden delight
as i cross the path to bring news of harvest
on the feet of a romancing couple i take them
from one high to the other of remembrances
in the worst of winter, i help sprinkle frost
everywhere - window panes, stairs to the front door,
windscreens, and our parting memories