Wind-blown / Muna Lee

Wind-blown


I

My heart Rooted like the tree, Like the tree reaches out yearning arms Clutching at the wind.

II Out of a universe of things Two only Give me any measure of peace: Rain That shuts you out, And wind That bears me away.

III

If for one hour, One hour when the sunset is live gold, I might be a little wind Running with gray feet along the edge of the world, Could I not forget For one hour?