Palm Tree, Rabindranath Tagore

Palm-tree

Palm-tree: single-legged giant,
topping the other trees,
peering at the firmament –
It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceiling

and fly away, away,
if only it had wings.
The tree seems to express its wish
in the tossing of its head:
its fronds heave and swish –

It thinks, Maybe my leaves are feathers,
and noting stops me now
from rising on their flutter.
All day the fronds on the windblown tree
soar and flap and shudder

as though it thinks it can fly,
As though it wanders in the skies,
travelling who knows where,
wheeling past the stars –
And then as soon as the wind dies down,

the fronds subside, subside:
the mind of the tree returns
To earth, recalls that earth is its mother:
and then it likes once more
its earthly corner.

Bob Dylan - Emotionally Yours

Bob Dylan - When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

in this wind i miss you

in this wind

the fingers of god

unfold the sky

out of blue

through the rustle
and kisses of leaves
i can smile
but could cry

my spirit
follows the wind,
my heart
follows you

my dreams
rise from your eyes,
sink into the breath of horses,
the scent of freshly cut grass,

and into this salty breeze
from a sea
which is now
so far away

it is better
to follow the signs,
they said:
go out and walk