Just found this on a scrap of paper when I was cleaning my room today. I remember being a bit buzzed on wine when I wrote it, back in May I think. Moving Air What sound on earth can even compare to this, the sound of rushing air that blowing lulls me to my dreams as through the leafy trees it streams it follows me into my sleep where visions flash with meaning deep this sighing sound brings with it light to save me from the dark of night these treetop blowings do console they clear my mind and soothe my soul so in the night i seek these blowing winds that whoosh and keep me going.
