I was the wind last night.
I vaulted the river and swam seven mountains
And turned aside the tall trees guarding the valley
For I would see you smile and dream ....
I caught glimpses of you through the window as
I wandered around the little house.
They wouldn't let me in; too cold a wind!
I hung about listlessly, afraid to call too loud.
Then like a weary man limped homewards over the
sleeping mountains.
When will I learn the value of stillness?
Courtesy: 'Imprint', May 1975.
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