MOUNTAIN WINDS

               MOUNTAIN WINDS                         TIM WILLIAMS                  NOVEMBER 2014

HELLO I AM HERE, YES HERE,
I AM A TINY , MINISCULE SPECK OF LIGHT,
THAT HAS TRAVELLED THROUGH TIME AND SPACE
TO ARRIVE AND NESTLE IN YOUR HEART,
ONLY TO BE IGNITED BY A THIRTY FIVE YEAR OLD SPARK
THAT WAS LAYING DORMANT AND CWTCHED IN OUR SOULS

THE CARESSING BREEZE FANS THE SPARK
AND A SMALL WHITE WHISPER OF SMOKE RISES
TO A FLARED NOSTRIL,
THE VISION FANNING THE FLAME A FLAME OF HOPE,
LOVE AND BIRTH ANEW, LIKE SNAKES
WE SHED OLD WRINKLED SKINS AND GROW
NEW FRESH ONES TO WARM OUR BLOOD

MOUNTAIN WINDS COLLECT UNDER
THE WINGS OF RED KITES RISING THEM UPWARDS
TO LOFTIER HEIGHTS TO HAVE THE EYE'S OF THE LORD 
TO SEE THROUGH, AND THE SAME WINDS LIFT OUR HEARTS
IN THE SAME WAY LEAVING THEM BOUYED
AND FLOATING ON THE ETHEREAL THERMS

WHEN ALL DIES DOWN AND IS PEACEFUL
WE WILL TOGETHER COLLECT THE DUST OF THIRTY FIVE YEARS
IN GLASS VESSELS LIKE GOLD AND SPRINKLE IT OVER OUR FUTURE
SO TO TASTE THE SWEETNESS OF MISSED KISSES
SAVED IN RIBBON TIED LETTERS OF LOVE WITH PRESSED FLOWER MEMORIES
USED TODAY WITH WARM SMILES FROM FRIENDS NO LONGER WITH US
WHO STAND GAURD OVER OUR HAPPINESS