Rediscovered, from 2009

Steadily the wind blows,
blows the mountain down. 

In the days that came before
we loved and lost and won and wept
We ran through the seas and sauntered through the heavens
Dreams glittered in our flying footsteps
Like fairies then, at certain moments, 
when the evening crept across just before
we were called in to supper. 

Steadily the wind blows,
blows the mountain down.

A touch, the softest touch, a tickle down the spine. 
Hair rough in the wind's caress, lips chapped and dry. 
The skin that comes alive at once. 
The skin we ignore, day in day out, at once a magic
mysterious show, the richest dream, the tremor of galaxies

Steadily the wind blows, 
blows the mountain down. 

Quietude comes in the evening hours, haunting and sad. 
Memories drift through the songs of birds and crickets. 
Where was that moment,
where the colours of the world transformed,
that gasping gripping flash of perfect transcendency - 
Just gone? Perhaps, again
the song of the wind and the song of the years
will find a perfect harmony.

The river that freezes never is still,
the heart that is stone can beat at will. 

Steadily the wind blows, 
blows the mountain down.