the wind in sigh'd

in sigh'd of me through the windy tree flow'd to the sea where you'll be

lay down, may she row, sarshar-sharade
make current up-down the spinal tree
from Afghan deserts to the inside of me
sigh to all of our enemies who loved
lived and died by their windy tree

where they were blown out to a farther sea

let go, know, believe I am gone farther
where all the dead sing as Angels fall in fire
sleep so, watching o'er you

 

some come from beside your bed
when the wind seeks them out for tears
to shed, for the ocean needs them
don't believe me my tears
loose yourself in yours
the wind has come again

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Your words are like the wind, blowing through the soul - feeling, touching, resonating - the ineffable breath of transcendental release.

Lovely!

Linda Marie