There is a place the spirit goes
Where the wild wind blows,
Where none are bound
And only freedom to love is found -
A spot of the soul
Where dreams alone can go,
To wildly spin
Upon this moving wind -
A far off land
Way ahead of man,
Where the breeze of eternity blows
And the life from God forever flows -
Into the heart
That's been torn apart,
Comes this wild Wind,
To take, and to heal, to love, and to feel, again and again.
Oh, let me feel that 'wild wind'-I love this, Smoky, as always, when it comes to your fine work! ! Constance
sounds like a great place to spend this Friday evening.... seriously, a good poem with the healing we all need and long for. good job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem i read and read it everyday its so good.