Monday 7 April 2008

Miracles in the Wind


The amber sun is setting on me.
And the summer winds bring warmth.
I breathe.
As my wing bobs on the kind thermal.
Time stands still.
The past fades into oblivion.
And the future is now.
I breathe again.
My lungs are charmed.
They know this is not the usual.
And moist eyes.
They tell me.




Son, we call them Miracles in the Wind.