She's crying for help

No one will listen

She wants to get better

But no one will listen

They keep fighting

And killing

And hating

And no one will listen

She wants to heal

She needs to change

They are divided

They must unite

She cries to them

But they won't listen

It takes one person

To hear her cry

One person

To set things right

Be that person

Listen

the wind, the crow they fly, they do

it speaks the wind, it does

i hear its secrets subdued, it woos

with haunting voice, wisps' swirls soft breeze

it flows along my skin seduces me its voice to hear 

'cross lonely haunting shades of sound, mysteriously invites

"follow me, run and fly and lie with me, 

i do stroke, arouse your curiosity and taste, 

i'm yours for your taking; follow me as you will

leave you transfixed upon my invisibility, my secrets i do share, 

the sun is my keeper, with his heat, he makes me blow across the land 

far and near away from here i carry scents and sounds 

to your threshold will carry you across"

the crow it does confirm the wind who carries him aloft

he caws and adds his own testimony's unsolicited cocky voice 

cackling sound breaks the waves of silence, pronouncing haunted calls 

in partnership with the wind in this desolate, lonely place, 

marking harmony with their voice of the spirits gone,

passed along through the veils, gone to another dimension plane

the wind and the crow do absolve me to my inner voice released, 

telepathic silence as my eyes do follow, 

give the wind its form of line and curve 

its sway of living things projecting from the earth

far into the distance i do yearn to walk and reach the other side 

in the moaning sides, rushing in through canyons deep and wide, 

teem with wondrous moving things that hide inside bush and tree, 

perfumes release they do, aromas in this breeze, offshoot wings of the wind

brings in heat warmed by the sun, that does reside in rifts of rocks,

littered round with coyote's and raccoon feces, abound, 

hoot owl's dropped cocoons, regurgitated hair and bone,

sweet artifacts of intrigue, delightful to my tired eye yet curious

virgin wilderness no footprint of man does not invade

far off away from cities' heat and strife, i do endure the high up climb 

upheld by the wind, her words kept true beyond my former sullen blues

she led, she took and carried me here, like the crow aloft

before i followed her promised course, my cross and empty brain

transformed become; a gazing curious mind in search of wind's unending speech 

for you, or anyone of willing quiet mind, 

of wearied world's pollution noise with swell of maddening rush, 

take heed i plead you hear, today i followed along 

with the wind, with her sweet rushes' voice,

did beg, i did to follow more until my heart and head collapsed 

upon the ground with bits of matter, 

twigs and specks of quartz, stuck upon my soiled skin 

i fell asleep against a gorge; its rocks became my bed 

through the night i hear her rush, her roar across the canyon's throat 

awe for her voice fills my ears; her touch does cleanse my soul

Oh, dear girl,

why are you so sad?

"My cherry ribbon

my hips does not go 'round."

Oh, dear girl,

why are you crying?

"My cheery ribbon

your heart can't tie."

Oh, sweet girl,

be sad no more,

for you have my heart.

Legend has it that we are all tied

to a cherry thread in our finger

connected to our hearts...

Does not matter

if your ribbon can not go

'round your hips,

for my hands

can wrap you in burning love

Always remember

that souls are destined to meet

to converge

to unite

and to prevail

Dear girl, be sad no more

For your cherry ribbon

Has wrapped my entire soul...

DA 2013