Writing with Wind and Time

One still night, alone was I,

As mind and soul raced wind and time.

To space, they spread and quickly fell,

Obeying laws against their will.

I thought of all the days gone past,

When golden pens were never cast.

To hide the light of yellow days,

Or open skies, torn, spooked, and grey.
 

I thought and traced in the deep moonlit tide,

Of thoughts and days I could no longer hide: 

Mud erupted from the ground,

Splashing brown my old white hound.

A bird tornado flew above,

Slewing the air with sounds of love.

The reeds around me danced and swayed,

Serenely as they laughed and played.
The deep blue crabs fought claw to claw,

One socked the other in the jaw.

My mind in flight with wind and time,

To colorfully describe this yard of mine.

To paint in copper sulfate blue?

To dot the page with words so true?