The Song of Wind and Water

The Wind blows over the desert, whistling
Eer'ly over barren dunes. Trumpeting
Defiance to an uncaring sky and
Beating a staccato drum on the sand,
He sings in emptiness; unheard, unknown.

Stirred by the heat of the sun, he awakens
Himself, seeking, searching for hidden tokens.
Enflamed with Apollonian power,
He skirls through secret paths to the bower
Where lies, in mysterious splendor, the sea.

Captivated by her sparkling waves and
The tinkling music of tides over sand,
He approaches. Entranced by the bright blue
Glimmer of light and the twinkling hue
Of the glory of the sun reflected.

Greatly daring, he trills a soft caress.
His touch hovering over wave and crest
To stir the heart of the sea. Wakened by
The wind's power, the tide rises, a sigh
Presaging the thundering of a storm.

Thunderclouds swell over the horizon,
Aroused by the torrid heat of the sun,
Awakening to the booming basso
Voice of the wind, churning the Sargasso
Tresses of the swelling, sweltering sea.

The storm surges through the sky, triumphing.
Binding wind and water as its' swelling
Power weaves them into a melody.
Crashing waves and galing winds mightily
Heaving over a clouded horizon.

'Til as the sun rises at break of day,
Above a storm-spent sky, holding sway
Over wind and water, shining brightly
With strength and purpose, glowing joyfully
With the promise of a bright tomorrow.

Skarash Azon

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Ero, in the year 332 AF.