Today I drink the Wind.

            A liquid so light, a water so buoyant.

That lifts up the birds and soaks their fur,

Gifting them a fluid dance –

            Lushly airy, leisurely lyrical;

She brings out the tunes –

            Sonorous and alight; pervades them forth –

            As though spores of wonder – slow and free

With ease…

            A deep, drowning gulp,

            My bloodstream flushed with bliss!

Today I drink the Wind.

            A syrup sweetly colorful, a juice coursing smooth.

That drizzles on clouds with glistening gold,

            like white pieces of cotton, with edges ablaze;

Stained with sunset blood,

She dyes heaven’s veil with the cheery

blush of raw, youthful blossoms –

            now a celestial canvas plumed with smoky

brushstrokes…

            Bathed in this welkin’s sea, my body is

            of melodies humming and hues suffusing!

Today I drink the Wind.

            A tea historical, a gin wholly enriched.

That floods me with memories: from records to

allegations, from myths to legends – of stories

            centuries-old,

            cleansing my soul;

Each of my cells soaks up sentiments

As my eyes prickle with feathery

Nostalgia…

            A deliciously delicate sip, emotions

            brew as the clouds gently caress!

Today I drink the Wind…