The Talking Wind
Tony Dekker
I've been talking with the wind a lot
Throwing words out that I've kept too long
We breathe the same way when we're drawn
I know I have a friend in it
Ah, your fingers weave above the trees
Ah, the talking wind, the turning leaves
As you left a force to fly on
Left a fragment to be played upon
Fallen and grown new, the wind restored
It went right through
I stood in its way and became it
Ah, your fingers weave above the trees
Ah, the talking wind, the turning leaves
Ah, your shoulder blades among the waves
Ah, you fly away and dissipate
The wind makes sound instead of words
And I think I understand
Neither needs to explain in turn
It cries out and I understand