Gust

I salute thee, o’ wind!

               Cleanse souls with your breath

               Clear out the days’ lament

               Into somber tides collide

               Withholder to the tempest

Protect me from sudden death

               When shattered dreams slept

               Under the moon it is dreamt

               Naked to ride this tide

               Beholden to my dearest

The storm falls upon this dusk

               Over its days, clear as rain

               Sullen waves crash to disdain

  Drift past and thus align

    Forgotten whence so clearest

I salute thee, o’ wind!

 

3/22/2026