Ode To The Wind 2

i am wind i caress every skin i have a date i float with the tide and dance with the moon as we glide over the sea the waves takes us onto a silver path serenade us the lustre of the moment the moon shivers, i twirl, the trees rustle, clouds part to give us way to a crescendo of fun everytime i am around, the feet of the universe spring to action, things dance, and i dance too spreading a joie de vivre i am a vagabond of the wildest kind a gypsy, a tramp, a born traveller holding a carte blanche to everywhere in summer a thousand fans work me into action those who ride me go on to build new lives i had the reputation to take people from continent to continent to the remotest places, if they only cared to put up a sail for me to carry them with me nothing can stop me as i tarry from coast to coast, village to village, city to city, ocean to ocean sprinkling cheerful fragrances of spring unfurl summer's nerves, making fair ladies sprint with pride as their graceful luxurious crown dances round them like dreams a million artists wait for the swirl of autumn scarlet to work volume into their canvasses oftentimes, you would see me sweeping the streets here and there; leaves somersault to my path as we play twins on a fiesta when i do rest, i can stand on a single hair static like a frog on a lotus leaf a sadguru meditation, letting the self to a land of nowhere i hold many faces, but hide many till things get blown away, the masks taken the battle of opposite begins the hot and cold air tailing each other in rages i will be worse than the Indian Goddess Kali eyes fiery as a volcano, a wasp out to sting i tear down houses, uproot trees, throwing the ocean helter skelter so that water springs everywhere my face then is nothing other than vengeance and death, i take away everything in my way i am the Yama from hades and nobody escapes the twist of fate i administer i hold many faces, at my sweetest, i can dance like Nataraja the cosmic dancer moving earth, sun and moon, and the whole universe with the tilt of my feet, swaying of my hips and the turns of my fingers and heads i bring good news to the deserving, those who sweat for their work a whole padi field waves in golden delight as i cross the path to bring news of harvest on the feet of a romancing couple i take them from one high to the other of remembrances in the worst of winter, i help sprinkle frost everywhere - window panes, stairs to the front door, windscreens, and our parting memories