Walking In the Wind For She
Under the sighing sky I stood within the swaying grass
With the rain pelting me like tears of heaven fallen just for us, we the two
And where were you when open these arms did I to the sky and rains drinking of my life
Lost a little bit down by the shore of the teaming river dancing across the turtle
So to it is that I turn from the rains feeding my soul to you and I whisper across . . .
“At times your anger is masked,
A perception made to last a moment in time of thought,
You divide,
Weigh,
And issue your emotions like that of a pedal in the wind,
No direction consistent
It flows in the breeze swaying,
Hopelessly looking for a soft place to land . . .
And when finally a comfort zone appears
You place your moment of emotion down
With caution
Allowing your self to be free,
If only for a moment the protective barriers come down and. . .
Trust appears in the haze . . .”
So my breath falls silent and is lost within the rains streaming down my face
Like the sounds of your bare feet tamping, tamping through the tall grass
That licks your legs and sighs across your dress of downy hide
Beaded in color shied away and wept with tears cascading from the forlorn skies
Awash am I
Now in the past moment barely past this way before when last did I stumble . . .
Across your voice singing like the lute of day breaking across the river’s silent dance
Once more all over again I hear your voice calling out to me . . .
“I do
It surfaces from a place
A place I cannot intentionally visit
For at random the raw emotions take on life and suddenly
The emotions without names
They pump in my veins like that of the thundering sky lit by lightening bolts
Threatening to make they're appearance known,
Then with an unexpected BANG my pen demands
To be in action grasping capturing this moment in time
That will appear and be gone,
A sigh of relief
As I struggle with speediness to write,
Barely catching each emotion that has taken life
But only for a flash of time,
I pause
Frustrated as the glory has gone
The moment now faded
I hang my head disappointed
For when will they surface again,
I need to feel
I can't explain my thoughts
My thoughts
My thoughts have scattered into a wistful breeze
Still silent,
Quiet
Unmolested silence
With only the distant cries of . . .
Nature singing it's melodious . . . lullaby
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