the wind

 

You own the wind

Traversing along ,eyes dusty from the  weight of responsbilities

Borrowing the sorrowed oaks will to bend

Pushing against the creaking bridges

Seeing in between the shadows and the crickets

Night illuminates the glimmer in your smile

Painting the stars with a vison of amber disaray





The fog dances you in becoming the softness

For your Soul to swim

Touching

Retreating

Spongy moss pads your feet





Going to apparition

You roam through the asylum

Tapping out  a redemption song

Raking the walls

You own the wind



Humming  random bars while roaming their halls



Drinking the oversplash of infinities water falls

Breast stroking holy springs

You rest against A weathered rock

Secretly caressing immortal saints

Questioning all that  in the end proposes no answer



Tooth picked cherub feathers

Offer a soft place for you to  lay your thoughts

While you whisper into the tormented hearts of chained dogs

Wailing for a taste of sun dipped Mondays





The backdrop and physiography

Sway at your announcement

You own the wind