I have seen the wind
dance upon the water
followed the rain into its mystery . . .
seen the shadow of the Great Spirit
in the rising sun
As I hold you in the song of life
the heat of my glance
collects upon your skin
allowing me to become the moisture
that covers you
As the song of my love dissolves
into the depths of your soul
we fly into the wind
two halves now and forever made
whole
—M. Dearmond