I WALK WITH THE WIND
I walk with the wind Lightly
Between a star and a song.
O
who shall cover my breast with flowers
If the wind dies?
Or
hold the silver rain?
The
world is falling Lightly
Down
the snow
To
the gold shadows on the last leaf.
I
walk to the white source
And
hear her waters lapping.
From
her shores they come,
The
bitter soldier
The
dancer and the lover
Their
arms full of destiny.
The
raw fruit trembles to be eaten
And
the birds are waiting to fly.
O
shall cover my breast with flowers
If
the wind dies,
The
music maker
Who
covers me with the earth.
-JEANNINE
HARRAULT