Thursday, July 24, 2008

For My Beloved

A song by Lucinda Williams...

I envy the wind
That whispers in your ear
That howls through the winter
That freezes your fingers
That moves through your hair
And cracks your lips
And chills you to the bone
I envy the wind

I envy the rain
That falls on your face
That wets your eyelashes
And dampens your skin
And touches your tongue
And soaks through your shirt
And drips down your back
I envy the rain

I envy the sun
That brightens your summer
That warms your body
And holds you in her heat
And makes your days longer
And makes you hot
And makes you sweat
I envy the sun

I envy the wind
I envy the rain
I envy the sun
I envy the wind

5 comments:

Wormwood's Doxy said...

That song made me think of one of my favorite poems:

The Shirt

The shirt touches his neck
and smooths over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt—
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt.
---Jane Kenyon

Change the gender, as appropriate... ;-)

Cheers,
Doxy

FranIAm said...

This post is beautiful as is Doxy's comment.

Jan said...

Lovely.

suzanne said...

Forget the shirt,
Lucky beloved...

3ThingsI'veLost: said...

:) sweet! Lucinda is playing in my neck of the woods tonight. alas, the show has sold out.