Clary.
And the wind, like red blood, carries
The feeling, the thought
Stirs up movement, deep, deep
Flies, soars
And wonders, the next fate, tomorrow's horizon
Over the hill, and beyond to the stars
The path, forever taken
Not alone, but with the blood's companion
To the sky
To rise, grace from within
But care, caution, a cloud overhead
Thought and emotion
Battling deep, deep
But for now, to revel
In the movement of the wind
To be carried, rather than to carry weight
That does bear down, a burden on the mind
And be content
With the peace, the soul flies free.