A Message to the Wind

Sighing, then screaming, gusting and flowing
Movement and rapture, now dying, now blowing
Awaiting a storm, our fate you decide
To live, to survive, our families divide
What light from our souls you force to withdraw
Our fears, hopes and lives you scatter, wounds raw
To a far distant reality, one full to o'erflowing
aspiring to rid space of all clarity, all knowing
A hole in the universe, our calamity you chide
Our fondness for memory you seek to deride
The body, like so much dust or like straw
is carried away on your wings, breath drawing
like billows of fine silk, seeking waves full of change
Our souls float away, their presence, to you, strange