Hush of Wind

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It's been a while since I've looked at the clouds

Simply to look at the clouds.

I can't see the dragons in the sky anymore.

I was young, I'd flip around,

I would watch them upside down.

Nebulous giants roaming the heavens.

Only I saw them there,

Colossal beasts

Made of mist, made of air.

Beings of light and rhythm,

So bendable, so powerful,

Cavorting with the whims of Nature,

Waltzing with monsoons.

The heroes and majesties of the stratosphere.

And there I was made of clay,

Gritty fingers, sanded hair.

Oh, they were so far away

In a vast liberating abyss of space

And I so grounded.

But they always watched, waited,

Enticing me to wander their domain;

We watched each other.

From them I found a song,

And still I hear,

The hush of wind, a rush of rain,

A melody of my own.

For a minute I flew;

I sprouted wings.

The cool on my face,

The stardust through my hair.

I watched the mud slough off my shoulders,

Layers and layers,

And the colors beneath.

I felt my insides turn to air...

And then, the next minute,

The dragons weren't there.

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