Water and Wind

2007. Slightly revised 2011.

The water flows,
the water swirls.
It ties blue bows
with in its curls.
That's all the river stones
will ever know,
tumbling to and fro.

I can hear the wind
coming upon my window pane.
It will whisper and roll
across the plain.
On the senses it shall toll;
the message that it sends,
shouts out for the sane.

I witness the water lapping at the banks
rising higher, and higher,
up against the town's flanks,
swallowing everything to the church spire.
It can drown all creature,
men, women;
ever born liar.

The wind has fury,
in its words,
but it comes in a flurry,
fast with the birds.
Hear it if you might,
hear it if you may;
It will haunt you in the night,
O, what did it say?