The winds which flow onward to the west
Have beckoned forth signs of subtle behest,
Which seizes my breath as I listen in silence
With wonder of whether the wind is reliant
Can I rightfully see it's sincerity
When my eyes only see it's trail,
Are the tones quite true, I wonder
Or is there some audible veil
What cloaks the truth when we ponder reason
After every piece of the puzzle falls clear,
Another red herring engenders, a cognitive treason
What's unknown to humanity embodies fear
But at this moment when I listen
To the zephyrs as they pass,
I take to mind the tranquility
And it's fallibility so crass
It's strange to think of worlds
Where the lie is the shield,
And the truth is the sword
Whence the secret is revealed
The wind keeps all secrets
And shares nothing but it's presence,
Deep between it's waves and crests
Perhaps it knows of heaven
Until the day I leave; to seek the truth
I take comfort in my silent friend,
Who's body is my words and proof
Of another virtue to defend
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