When wind begins
to enkindle
in darkened places
a spark

And what was once
a fire dwindled
becomes a flame
within the heart

Then sight again
is enlightened
and what was dim
now seen

Mind and heart
and hope are heightened
and revealed at last
is what life means

Where is this wind
Indeed for me?
Has it been blowing
eternally?

For some have drowned
in bitter tears
and some have eaten
their bread in fear

Yet some there are
who catch a star
and dance right out
of broken hearts

What is the variable-
That carries them
to find a way
to live again?

How can one sing
though others mourn?
While some are dying
A few are born

Restless dread
in bed all night
holds close the eyes
in shadows of fright

Yet a window opens
and a soul escapes
to places unseen
but not far away