Secret of the Wind

Young children free-spirited and curious come hither

As they cling to the path of lights blurred yet bright

A mysterious wind whispered through causing all to shiver

Eyes peered open, warmth filled thy soul, in awe at the sight

What was it that they saw?

The children once cold and bunched, now warm and bare

The fog slowly moving away, droplets dried upon their hair

Renewed, refreshed, their hearts raw

Below their feet, they felt the rush of a stream

This stream cool and light reflected not their own

But of mountains laid with snow, almost as that of a dream

They look back to see, blinding bright, a screeching tone

Quickly they cover their ears, look down, and weep

Capturing their tears, the stream rises to their knees

Yet again their eyes open, this time peace filled in deep

Pain, sorrow, loss, these feelings slowly cease

Their eyes fall to the stream, their throats thirst

As they drink, salt turns to sugar and the stream sweetly divine

Bend down at their knees in the water fully immersed

Towards the mountains they fall empowered by love's design

In snow soft yet deep, they made their imprint

For only a little while, as fallen angels they play

They must leave for everlasting taste of that sweet mint

Fly away; come what may; what will it take for them to stay?

Voices of the past, dreams of the future

Keep them in my heart always will I remember

What was said in this wind's last flight?

I look up to the sky every night

Wondering where they had gone when all went white...