Clouds Becalmed

A vapor… I arise up from the sea

And lofting up, I'm captured by the wind

The dust of dead men's bones still clings to me

On the heat of violent waves, I ascend

I grasp for the heights, gasping for a breeze

Sorrow's weight drags me low on mountain peaks

Till tears within my bowels at last release

I pour myself on crippled earth to weep

And when the soiled thirst of dust is drenched

I heave myself up on the coming storm

And bleed at dusk when light is quenched

And there in hope I wait for dawn reborn

Becalmed by heavy darkness devoid of wind.

Oh, breathe a breath of wind on which I may ascend.