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Wind

I sit amidst a furious wind
 
Under the absence of silvery eyes
 
The storm that lingers would thus suspend
 
The helpless leaf as it forcefully flies
 
 
 
Should that wind be one to contend
 
The insatiable hunger inside
 
The poet’s desire to willfully mend
 
Unto the absent moon confide
 
 
 
The scent of renewal in the air
 
The cadence of pulsating lights
 
The coded reply to an on-gazer’s stare
 
How I love these storm-filled nights
 
 
 
And if I could gift unto the sky
 
That howls in atmospheric discontent
 
The words which now are my reply
 
That this feeling shall not relent
 
 
 
The trees bemoan as though they filter
 
The harrowing cries of nature’s refrain
 
As though the world had slowly killed her
 
As though the stillness would not remain
 
 
 
And here I sit, enshrouded by night
 
As moments are slipping through these hands
 
Bleeding as ink and liquid delight
 
While shifting like ancient sands
 
 
 
Suddenly calm, sweet night appeased
 
The moment has came and went
 
And unto thirst has skillfully teased
 
For no such promise it sent
 
 
 
Yet I remain, solitary, bemused
 
Still seduced by celestial song
 
To yet instill this life infused
 
To fill the void growing strong
 
 
 
And unto silence fill with sound
 
I bid thee night, farewell
 
For though I feel that I am bound
 
It is far too soon to tell
 
 
 
And should this wind resume its force
 
And take me upon its wing
 
Then duly nature, take your course
 
In the fury that you bring
 
 
 
To carry me as though I am air
 
That brushes upon her cheek
 
That lovingly dances with her hair
 
To be what silence may speak
 
 
 
To accentuate my love the more
 
To grab what I willingly grasp
 
To be the one that could explore
 
To be the hands that tightly clasp
 
 
 
And travel the land until I am sea
 
A glimmering sight for emerald eyes
 
No longer you and no longer me
 
Merely reflections of endless skies

(2012)

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