Let me think of interested trees
Let me think of cars on a bright road
Let me think of an empathetic whisper

Let me think of a soon-to-arrive bird
Let me think of what this night will bring
Let me think of the luminous field around me

Let me think of the wind’s truth
Let me think of cosmic epiphanies
Let me think of doubt turning into revelation

Let me think of revelation turning into devotion
Let me think of devotion turning into peace
Let me think of a quiet Saturday dinner

Let me think of a blossoming evening
Let me think of erotic laughter
Let me think of a fire only we could build

Let me think of spiritual flowers reappearing
Let me think of the thick petals of my soul bloom
Let me think of the destroyer within

Let me think of the forest resisting
Clinical progressivism   Let me think of a rose
From another part of the universe

Let me think of this journey connecting
To every other journey I took   Let me think of myself
Not as a soldier or a pilgrim but as a woman

How the wind sings to me now