Paint The Wind

An Angel caught my favor

when she whispered in my favorite ear,

she told me I could paint the wind,

I had to stick the stubborn in

and let the air bite at my skin

til the twilight licked the sky.

I want to paint the wind..

I can't say why.

She told me that the colors

of my hair, my face, my eyes..

would all be swept up in a breeze

and travel far and wide.

and once they were deep out at sea

they'd  hurtle high, at rocket speed

and find their place

along the line

of those who are

about to die.

A loose eyelash,

a  sneeze or two,

my footprints in the sand

would do.

Go out tonight

and there just might

be enough

of you to use.

I want to paint the wind

its overdue

I want to paint the wind

it's none too soon

Tonight, I'll face the night

stare down the moon.