Rachel Bullock. I am the wind …..
I – the wind.
I am weak. I – just a movement
Invisible light air currents,
In an effort leaves – my reflection,
In flight, minutes,
In moving,
Sliding clouds in the sky high.
I – the wind.
I am looking for you. Where are you, well, where is it?
You need me – is light, tender and bright.
To you I touch softly and gently,
To many, I’m so touched – yes, sinful.
Do you want to – judge. What’s the use?
I – the wind.
I – the wind.
Open house windows and doors,
And I’ll be a shadow walking behind you,
I did not buy, not sell, can not be measured,
And do not even taste it, you can really believe
I – air. I’m not even a penny.
I – the wind.
I’m blind. I break trees
And the roof and walls – I did not notice them.
With me – the storm gusts, Eclipse,
And, make no mistake, coming repetitions
Do you want to – I’m sorry. What’s the use?
I – the wind.
I – is free.
Lend me more palm
I’ll have to dance strange dances,
But do not close them. Understand and remember,
I – the wind. Always follow you in the pursuit,
But do not exist in a confined space ………
@ Gregory Greene
Rachel Bullock
artist working in mixed media
– Charcoal, chalk, acrylic paint.
Unfortunately more nor any information on the website of the artist is not.
