12/06/08
The harbor winds played foreign tunes to those which I was used to,
Whispering songs that to me were unknown, about places they had passed through.
Lightly they swept across the land with weathered fingers and gentle hands
Bringing tales of sorrow and joy, along with rain now and again.
I remember they smelt of evergreens and something like peppermint
And I often imagined from where they had come, and where they were going next,
Such mystery they carried in their abrasive, gentle grasp,
They disturbed the land with secrets, but I never dared to ask.
With fluid grace they danced upon the surface of the earth
Leaving nothing behind unchanged and leaving no blade of grass unstirred.
Like tongues of cool fire, they played against my skin
And I swear I felt the things they’d touched in the places they had been,
But one day they blew gently to the dock a little ship,
And from that day on I never felt the harbor winds again.
Whispering songs that to me were unknown, about places they had passed through.
Lightly they swept across the land with weathered fingers and gentle hands
Bringing tales of sorrow and joy, along with rain now and again.
I remember they smelt of evergreens and something like peppermint
And I often imagined from where they had come, and where they were going next,
Such mystery they carried in their abrasive, gentle grasp,
They disturbed the land with secrets, but I never dared to ask.
With fluid grace they danced upon the surface of the earth
Leaving nothing behind unchanged and leaving no blade of grass unstirred.
Like tongues of cool fire, they played against my skin
And I swear I felt the things they’d touched in the places they had been,
But one day they blew gently to the dock a little ship,
And from that day on I never felt the harbor winds again.
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