Post by Mekka on Mar 7, 2005 15:51:04 GMT -5
Eek! I put this on the wrong board last time...
WATCH FOR ME
When the wind runs down the mountainside,
Playing with the silent cedars
Spinning them crazy like a little boy’s top;
When it reaches the silver, sandy bottom
Where the Jagged rock looms up like the mountain’s broken feet,
And cries itself gentle again, in and out of the crags,
Breaking his heart, too;
When it whispers low over the dunes,
With the moon watching as if every white face were her child,
And her own wave-tossed reflection her lover’s face;
When it ripples down to the ebbing tide, stirring
Little storms of dusty silver around your feet,
Like warm, dry snow,
Piling it up and scattering it again,
As it reclaims the land from thunder waves,
Sweeps it dry and soft,
And hisses its challenge
To the waiting water,
“Time is no master of me!”<br>Look, then, when all your heart is full of a love
That crushes you in its gentle teeth,
And your pain is with you, but not in you,
Look for me,
Watch for me in the wandering wind.
When the wind runs down the mountainside,
Playing with the silent cedars
Spinning them crazy like a little boy’s top;
When it reaches the silver, sandy bottom
Where the Jagged rock looms up like the mountain’s broken feet,
And cries itself gentle again, in and out of the crags,
Breaking his heart, too;
When it whispers low over the dunes,
With the moon watching as if every white face were her child,
And her own wave-tossed reflection her lover’s face;
When it ripples down to the ebbing tide, stirring
Little storms of dusty silver around your feet,
Like warm, dry snow,
Piling it up and scattering it again,
As it reclaims the land from thunder waves,
Sweeps it dry and soft,
And hisses its challenge
To the waiting water,
“Time is no master of me!”<br>Look, then, when all your heart is full of a love
That crushes you in its gentle teeth,
And your pain is with you, but not in you,
Look for me,
Watch for me in the wandering wind.
