by Ken Tanaka

Created on: December 31, 2008   Last Updated: January 03, 2009

The Wind (and I)

There is no one on this hill

Except the wind

(and I).

I wait here patiently until

The clouds go rolling by.

Until the clouds sink down below

The line where the sky ends,

And all the hues of blue follow

The clouds to where the rainbow bends.

Until the sky turns red and burns,

Turns black, and then the moon

With ten thousand stars returns

Each with a harp, playing a tune.

I wish that I could share this thrill,

This feast for ear and eye,

With someone. But upon this hill

Is noone but the wind

(and I).

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