THE WIND THAT SINGS

When memories tickle thresholds

Of conversations grown cold

Eavesdropping from a distance vast 

With reminders of a not so distant past

A breath thaws the icy corridors

The uncanny warmth of a butterfly

That flits in the Wind that sings

When the universe gets smudged

And your confines sponged and blurred 

With the unseen hand that loves to rearrange

Your rigid borders with that breath of change

A bend appears on the blueprint of destiny

A spinning whirlpool of delight

Stirred by the breath of a Wind that sings

And smile you do, a smile familiar

That breaks free momentarily from a folder hidden

kept locked in thought, yet forever close

to a heart wrapped around a nostalgic rose

Surviving in permafrost, breathing in solitude

Scintillated by a radiance delightfully unexpected

Floating on the Wind that sings