Wind

Standing outside.
Facing due east.
Waiting for the sun to rise,
The great golden-red beast.

A great wind rushes past.
Catching my breath, my hair.
Such a moment of pure magic.
I can't help but want to share.

Breathtaking gusts
Of deafening wind.
So pure, so majestic
So bright, and undimmed.

Sweeping my lungs
For all darkness and pain.
Piercing my chest
As the dirty dragon is slain.