~the colour of wind~
although the wind is howling
she is testing us today
watching people opposed by her persuasive push
do i tell them the secret ?
i whisper from my window carried to them by the wind
surrender to her, dance with her...
the tree tops are already dancing - holding on tight to their new born buds
and above
the clouds... flightless
they are the infinite, they have surrendered
they are still,
there is no speed
there is no time
no such thing
Jarvis Feb 2012
