Watching the Wind

A poem written in parallel with the story of a writer friend Joanie who joined a blog named Blogophila (more info in comments)

Watching the Wind

 

When the wind holds my pace,

My senses fade out of place,

To another swale of dreams,

To an-other space of spring.

 

Invisible touch of orison, abstract peal;

sometimes cold, sometimes warm,

You bath my muse, in your mystic scent,

of thought and surreal.

 

Use your force, my wounds to heal,

Oh wind, I come forth and appeal

Through the woods I wander

Like the earth I saunter

 

From the brown of the roots

To the red of their wounds

On a path full of thorns

Soaked by tears of the lesser

Waggled by their strength

Of each day, I ponder

 

The days pass, in this strange land

And day after day,

I find the broken pieces of an ugly vase

Like of those, my grandmother had

 

Scattered on the shore,

in the woods ever since

I saw again that dream,

when the wind brought me in

When the wind let me live,

when the wind knew my will

 

And now I remember…

 

Watching you dancing,

Watching you moving

Wearing your chaste gown

That drifts along with my soul

 

Embrace me and take me

with you to your roving

Embrace me, protect me

and never let me in mourning

 

To travel with you, for a world more

to be one with you, one time, more.

Oh wind, I come forth and I appeal,

 take me further than my body can feel

 

I walk and I count the nights that pass

Moonwalk on pristine roads;

I am the tide; she is the pride,

And I am her wish for the night

 

My lover, my fate, my sonant dream rhythm,

I hear you calling through the thousand realms

Spree's moments, are my countless tears,

take me through the moon's lampoon

over the sea's impeded mood.

 

Merge me with the breeze

and place me to the shore,

Take me with your rhythm,

take me to her world.

 

To see her dance, to hear her song,

Oh wind, I come forth and I bow

But I am at the lost side

The pristine light of earth

 the pristine pride of her

Flows into my mind,

a dream or an illusion

Placed my heart into question,

Wrapped in confusion

Was my dream a conclusion?

 

I walk and I count the nights that pass

Of a man's rival for triumph,

who refuses riches for love

I walk out of the ocean;

Pass to the shore,

to the woods out back

 

I see again that dream,

when the wind had brought me in

When the wind had let me live,

when the wind knew my will

 

And now I remember…

her dance,

and I count the nights

as the moon walks across the sky

her dance,

and I wait for my forever love

 

and now I remember...

by Halkios (c) 2008 for BLOGOPHILIA

 

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Please also check my friend's Joanie's blog

 

 

Reviews

[Rywyn]

Again - enjoying your word poetry -

and i realllly like your words -

would love to chat some time - email me [email protected]

[Rywyn]

Very nice Halkios - reminds me of so many days - watching the clouds and winds and waves
thanks for sharing - Inspires me to go to an ocean beach! Thanks for the kind words on my page also.
Rywyn