I see the value now of the House of Air
braying, some kind of ancient gale
that blows off the dust
collected upon and adorning everything I treasure
making them feel new and alive
how incredible it is; your ability to restore
even the most ancient of beings
by tapering your shrill force to a gentle breeze
a whisper in my ear
a movement across my lips
you've pinned my heart to a clothesline
and swayed it in your breeze