Wind In Her Hair

I met this woman who sings
She sings the song of strangers
Transcending from places not yet understood
Into our realm of mortality

The strangers she says she knows
How and why she cannot say
All powerful are they
The mind twists and contorts
But is powerless to completely comprehend

Wind In Her Hair

She climbs and stands where it is steep
To face the wind as it runs through her flowing hair
These strangers riding on the edge of the wind
Sweep in and around her head and through her soul
Furies of swirling light

Strangers tell of tales and ghosts of long ago
As they twist and pull and tunnel through
This mortal woman’s hair
All entangled with joy and rapture
Knowing feeling the intensity
She now understands
She must keep and carry them with her always

An honor to be chosen is surely felt
This earthy woman’s pride is aglow
For now it is she who shall inherit this wind
And carry it in her hair
With pride she brings joy to all women
Who shall too walk the Earth
Strong and with renewed purpose
With wind in their hair

Ellen Beener

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