Swifter Sea Poem by David Saltaire

High force like a swifter sea
the wind in these hills over me
touching all it passes
bending feathered tops of grasses
rushing past my ears it whispers
secrets of the earth it keeps.

The wind in these hills over me
playing the branches of trees
blowing the sun's warmth around
scattering dust on the ground
pleasing, calming my very soul
soothe my civilizing scars.

Touching all it passes
I'm freed from my morasses
my heart is with the sun
my soul and earth are one
I’ve turned within the circle
I merge with everything

Bending feathered tops of grasses
like the nodding heads of masses
singing creation’s glory
the never ending story
I am a single strand
woven into something grand

Rushing past my ears it whispers
like the evensong of vespers
of a sudden I am filled
with tears; for all we build
can so swiftly pass away
only wind left in it’s wake.

Secrets of the earth it keeps
yet like a man who sleeps
some sounds spoken clear
reach my straining ear
telling of the quiet dream
of this life among the stars.

And like a swifter sea
the wind rushes over me.