on the Elements...
by Diana Gordon

Night Rain 2004

Night rain,
A gentle sound.
The Earth sighs
with the caress
of the Sky.

On the Wind 2004

Where does the wind come from?
Why does it blow?
Why does it touch me
So deep in my soul?

Warm are its’ breezes
Cold are its’ chills
Where does the wind come from,
I want to know.

Step away from your anger
Run away from your fears
Free and more open
Cessation of tears.