Wind Eater

Naught but a maze shall carry this bound in cloud through the tunnels of twigs shall freedom range to the applause of leaves Tangency poised on the ballet of grass such hurricane stanzas embrace these burnished strings of delicate harp or sigh replete in the arms of love And spire to crest on foamed peaks the howling storm on heart beat, beats tempo to damselfly wings of gossamer threads Be thee spoken of a breathing spell and owe all to plumed spires and so conjure such a vaunted splendour lest it be a riddle spoken in a breeze Ah but first breath incantation weaves let the spirit run to forever and carry aloft the perfume of free You sense it not nor ponder the flight of miracles in the commonwealth of angles shall freedom range to the applause of leaves