Gentle Wind

a serene poem about letting go of your troubles

 

And if I could breathe alongside

 The troubles that you face

  I’d blow them all away

   Into dusk, and they’d be gone

    In the wind

     Flying through the midnight

      Like an autumn leaf on parade

      And it twirls, and it whistles

        In the wind

         Divine, is the harmony

          That you never seem to seek

           Weeping in your willow

            Hallow, blind compassion

             I’d greet these aspects at the door

              And graze your soaking lips

               With the tips of my fingers

                Our hearts would fly away

                 Paper bags, floating down an alleyway

                  As a gentle breeze lifts them upward

                   And they sail away to heaven

                    In the wind

                     I’d be gentle in the way I touch

                      The way I speak, the way you smile

                       Seal your worries off and send them

                        Away in the wind