Youthemeus

Because there are few things we can be sure of….

I am the wind

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I am the wind, I am the air.
I am the breeze that kisses your hair.
I can caress, I can bombard.
I can play gentle, I may blow hard.

I bring the rain, I bring the snow.
I scatter dust wherever I go.
I blow through the hills, I blow on the beach.
I blow some things just out of your reach.

I carry seeds, I carry fire.
I lift the birds, higher and higher.
I have power, I have great force.
I can make all ships alter their course.

But, in the dark, when we’re alone in the night,
I am your breath, the whisper of life.
I am your friend; since your very first gasp.
And I will be with you til you breathe your last.

I am the wind, I am the air.
I am the breeze that plays in your hair.

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I am not a gargoyle!

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Very pleased to meet you, my name’s Doil.
Though I’m a grotesque, not a bloody gargoyle!
Those ‘goyles, you see, shoot rain out their spouts.
Whereas us grotesques all just sit about.

Come rain or shine, we are your lofty charms.
We scare away things of misfortune or harm.
But it’s lonely up here where the wind does play,
So blow us a kiss and make our day!

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Hail, Lady Moon

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I asked The Moon,
“Dear Lady, how is it to be The Moon?”
She sighed,
“Child, I have a heart that breaks and heals and breaks again.”

I asked The Moon,
“Why Lady, do you grieve so?”
She whispered,
“When men see me in my glory, they remember how much they love me,
and we dance like joyful lovers.
When I am quiet and dark, they forget me. I must dance alone.”

I asked The Moon,
“Beautiful Lady, why then do you go from our sight?”
She breathed in my ear,
“Because those faithful souls who truly work my magic will do so in the velvet blackness. It is they who heal me and persuade me to return once more to shine for those in need.
These silent, invisible ones are my children, the shadow walkers, the cloud sailors.
They are with me, in the dark. ”

I asked The Moon,
“My Lady, may I love you thus?”
She kissed my brow, “Why dearest one, you have always belonged to me. I have watched you sleep each night, sang my secrets into your dreams. We are as one.”

She sighed and shook her platinum hair, “Now come to me, let us paint the trees silver and keep the people from their slumber.
It is time to dance behind the clouds and set the dogs a-barking.
Come to me, my very own, my beloved Moonchild.”

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Drumming fun!

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