Windy tales

Windy Tales 

As Time stood still,

In the quiet of the night,

Not a whisper of the wind

Blew through the moonlight,

All was still .

There was a time when the wind sang through 

The trees,

Billowed the clouds,

Giggled in the thrills,

And tossed my tresses,

This way and that,

And swept me off my feet !

Not anymore,

Cause the heart is heavy,

And grief is privy 

To aloneness 

In dire loneliness! 

I cannot taste the freedom,

I cannot taste the sweetness,

Cause grief has changed 

It to bondage,

And misery . 

Will I ever feel the wind in my wings again? 

Will I ever feel freedom 

In my heart?.

When you know that 

You are not bound by 

Chains of existence,

Or bound by emotions,

Then the wind will 

Carry you 

On viewless wings

Way above it all 

To freedom !