I want to listen to the wind
scouring down the mountainside
of hopes and dreams still unseen
to tinkle tunes in the gravel below
where the river flows awash
over dislodged stones
from past faults now crumbling
as water goes tumbling making music
of each thought and each sigh,
buried deep, yet still alive.
The wind brings melodies to bear down
on each unhappy sigh and sound
choked back by river’s tears.
I want to listen to the wind at water’s edge
with a courage that washes away all fear.
I want to listen to the winds of change.
annarino writes 