Dance Like the Wind
(Art direction can be tricky. You don’t want to stifle an artist’s imagination. Yet some actions need explaining if you are to use as little text as possible. Then, occasionally, there are stories where you simply want the artist to illustrate entirely as they see fit. Let their imagination roam. This is one of those…)
If I could, I’d dance like the wind…
I’d let my arms and legs and hair go, easy, on the breeze…
Then I’d surge!
Before dancing easy again.
If I could dance like the wind, I’d bring hard rain,
desert winds, that dried the cold.
I would run through leaves,
Oh, oh, I’d swirl!
People might laugh at me,
but birds would know…
so would trees…
I’d paint myself dancing onto a kite,
and fly it at night,
just to dance with the moon.
If you danced in on a breeze, I might, might, might
just fall in love with you.
If I could dance like the wind, I’d dance so much
my friends would only notice
the rare times I was still.