Windy Day
2006-05-02
The wind blows over the eternal
sand dunes of the Egyptian land,
the water flows down the great
mountain side of the tall Rockies.
And I, I am blown all around.
From the highest mountain peak,
to the lowest valley, I am.
I know not where I?m going,
I know not where I be.
The candle that sits between us
seems to be lit, but for
how long will it burn.
You are, I am, we see,
the brilliant eagle,
the lowly snake,
and we, feel, everything.
James O. Stewart