Wind Poem by GRANT FRASER

Fight within...

A secret place,
discovered
through cold wind,

Sing the warm bird
blowing in the hot
breath, breast cage,

Come Summer we're
differentiating with
the blow torch of blue,

A feathery face flying
into ruin, We can go back,
forwards, then up!

Set in Alabaster, frozen sight,
Brake, break open, 'fall out! '
tongue wind..eye wind..blind wind...

You blow we know, the thing
that blew us away, cyclone,
hurricane, it didn't mean storm, just born,

Wind carry us away...
never meant it to snap, happen,
we love you, we do, your everything,

Pray from heights, in our own
heavy human gale, twisted -
Wind! ... Wind! ... Wind! ...