He blew in the wind
until then
wherever it would take him
he leaned into her
with abandon and
loosed his leaves
in her streams
he heard only whispers
long before
he knew
there was a voice.
He blew in the wind
until then
he had many muses
until he again
ran into Her and fell
over on his side
because he saw beauty
long before
he knew
to leave it be.
