The wind

The Wind
It is the rustling wind that sweeps
in and around you, romping with romance,
Soothing like a sooth sayer,piercing your
Creative aura weaving a lullaby of
Tranquil bay , it is the same wind
bewitching the curtains as if by
necromancy, waving along the
printed figures ,
it is the same phonic wind
ruling the windpipe making
your vocal cords vibrate,
it is the same wind that emanates
musical notations through the
bamboo’s gaps and eglantine flute,
it is the gorgantine proportions of
the sweeping wind that rules
our Universe from the first day
of Eternal creation.