Redeeming Wind

Rising wind on heart descend
to swirl through recollection
lifted up and pulled along
a song of God's perfection
Whistling through the morning dew
secret places by the shore
circling back your will intact
to dance the dance once more
Held by just the moment
quick to come and gusting gone
lover of the evening
mistress still to breaking dawn
Exactly who you're meant to be
so free on none depend
yet swirling recollection
as upon my heart descend

Forest Cries

Stopped to hear the forest think
reflecting on it's vision,
Water streams awaken dreams
no cars or life collision.
Drink of God a hundred hues
these wooded colors spin,
thoughts of grays and olden days
from which we all begin.
Saddened by the softened cries
that tune the ears and sting the eyes,
a song on which the heart relies
from birth until the wind it dies.
Yet still in the mourning trees
it's found as intuition,
stopped to hear the forest think
reflecting on it's vision.