This is part of my Songbook series…unfinished tracks right out of my songbook, as they’re written, to document the journey from concept to album track in my next CD.
This tune was a bit of a journey, and I’m uncertain whether I captured the essence of the thought sufficiently for others to get it upon a first listen. Regardless the idea is to personify the wind. Since we breathe air in and out it isn’t a large leap to assume that, if the wind were sentient, that it would take something of us with it as it passed through us. The wind becomes a conduit for thought write large and my assertion is simply that we should send the best thoughts we can and so we should focus on our great friends, loves, lives and be grateful for all we have…we should breathe grace.
Here are the lyrics:
The wind, she whisper’s low, is she speaking to my soul? And I wonder who else can hear what she’s saying…
When I breathe, will it whirl through her body, ‘round the world
And do we take her in or are we within her?
When we speak in joy or shame, does it make her feel the same carried on the lightning through her atmospheric brain? If she does take our thoughts, whispering back to each of us, then we’re the blood running through her gulfstream veins.
Ch: So let us spend our days breathing grace and let our laughter fill the night,
and let us raise a glass to the friends we’ve had and the bounty of our lives.
Does she feels the first gasp of birth, or gives life to our dying words and was she under wing as the Wright’s gave flight to man?
Does the sun warm her skin? When the tide goes out does she breathe in blowing all the dreams in from other lands?
If she brings our thoughts to them, we should send the best we can, cause we can never know who might need a thought or prayer. If we fill up her heart with thanks for all we’ve got maybe someone else will have something new to be thankful for.