January 21, 2016

Wind, you came again.
The afternoon gusting clean.
Come again, my emptiness.

You brought that anyway.
Your hand in mine,
Your lyric.

You made me complete.
Did your work. Left.

Blow through the heart,
Sing again.
Carry me far over hillsides.

I discovered you,
In your four chambers.
Those rooms of melted sorrow.

Wind blasting and light fading,
Today I walked these hills without you.

Thoughts rushing.
Leaves shimmering.
Thought gone.
Leaves blown down.

Murmurs of the sea.

   
  
  

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