Song of the wind

listen
he is sunlight and the song of the wind
when shade plays as some exotic vision
his pictures are a place of sweet sanctuary.
but how can I reflect
if he is in need?

I struggle with dead dreams
yet we stare in to the light and shine
we emerge always together,
breathing love for eternity
soar, delerious and essential
a secret language for peace.

[Princess Pea]