her voice is the wind (old)

her voice is the wind
neither steady nor failing
to scatter the leaves
one by one, day by day-
in many directions,
with no single purpose
her voice is the wind
that scatters the leaves

her song is the breeze
a powerful grace
that captures the earth
in her lukewarm embrace
heedless of motion
her melody persists
her song is the breeze
that captures the earth

her dance is the storm,
both splendid and strong,
that captures the soul
and shatters the heart
forward, and backward
impatient and kind
her dance is the storm
that captures the soul

her voice is the wind
that scatters the leaves
her song is the breeze
that captures the earth
her dance is the storm
that captures the soul-
by her touch and her beauty
the heart is made whole

her gaze commands fire
at her touch, all is still
her breath lifts him higher,
for his wish is her will
at the rise and the fall
of her terrible eyes
he answers the call
as together they rise

in the eye of the storm
he finds pause in her words
as her lips plead the sunlight
to abandon the shore
the sands are now cool,
given rest from the flame-
but burning with blood
they begin life again

a word falls unspoken
between dancer and soul
taken from fire
it simmers like coal
her movement is guiding
his eyes to and fro

by her touch and her beauty
his heart is made whole