The Passing WindA Poem by LightThis is a poem about the windThe Passing Wind
(2009) Shh, be still and listen And know the passing wind. She speaks so sweetly In the ears of children And all who have truly lived. Once I thought I heard her, Whispering without end So I grabbed my pen and Translated each breath From beginning until the end. On every page that was ever made On walls and floors and ceilings too. I wrote with every pen, All that had ever been And left them worn and used. I then held the transcript Of the wind’s spoken word; And hoped to see something That I had not yet learned. But to my surprise Every wall, roof and line Had simply vanished Right before my eyes. And there my heart dropped As if I were to die, And it was at that moment When the wind simply sighed And said: “My child, be still and hear me; For I am the passing wind. Put down your pens and listen Then hear me once again" © 2010 LightReviews
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Added on October 27, 2010Last Updated on November 11, 2010 AuthorLightLos Angeles, CAAboutMy thoughts, my ideas and perception; this is all I am. I try to reflect those things in my writings. enjoy it or don't, but i sincerely hope you do. -light- more..Writing
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