Ode to the Wind 2
i am wind i caress
every skin i fall on
i float with the tide
and dance with the moon
as we glide over the sea
the waves sweep us on a silver path
serenade us the lustre of the moment
the moon shivers, i twirl, the trees rustle,
clouds part to give us way to a crescendo of fun
everytime i am around, the feet of the universe
spring to action, things dance, and i dance too
spreading a joie de vivre
i am a vagabond of the wildest kind
a gypsy, a tramp, a born traveller
holding a carte blanche to everywhere
in summer a thousand fans work me into action
those who ride me go on to build new lives
i had the reputation to take people
from continent to continent
to the remotest places, if they only cared
to put up a sail for me to carry them with me
nothing can stop me as i tarry from
coast to coast, village to village,
city to city, ocean to ocean
sprinkling cheerful fragrances of spring
unfurl summer's nerves, making
fair ladies sprint with pride as their graceful
luxurious crown dances round them like dreams
a million artists wait for the swirl of autumn scarlet
to work volume into their canvasses
oftentimes, you would see me sweeping
the streets here and there; leaves somersault
to my path as we play twins on a fiesta
when i do rest, i can stand on a single hair
static like a frog on a lotus leaf
a sadguru meditation, letting the self
to a land of nowhere
i hold many faces, but hide many till
things get blown away, the masks taken
the battle of opposite begins
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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