The Northern Winds of Change

The Northern Winds of Change
Winds of change blow across 

my weary shadowed soul
Searching for that  sweet fragrance

 that intoxicates my manhood

Turning my sensibility into a 

whirlwind of temptation 

partnered with Eros
Hungry eyes  searching 

the haunted horizons
Looking for  fleeting 

visions of you

Water moves reminding me of your figure 

shaped as the river winds 

and turns seductive to the eye

 tempting the mind
Clearing the mountain tops 

My weary soul climbs upon the starry stairs
Wading through the veil of stars 

cosmic art wrapped in darkness
Silent and cold there 

is no turning back now

 I climbed each step slowly ,longing, 

searching for you

 I reach the city walls
I enter  through the  twin ivory gates

 weary eyed wandering aimlessly
Shaken and cold as stone unsure of 

what  or who I will  find
Wondering through the  

city in the clouds
my mind races to thoughts of you

So far ,but yet so close,

 listening to the whispers

 on the north wind
Many voices I hear

 but none belong to you, 

until  faintly barely auditable
I can hear your soft voice 

like whispers on the wind
Carrying a message from afar scented 

with your sweet fragrance
So far ,so close, yet so far away fleeting 

into the dying glow 

of an angry sun

The rise of the triple goddess assures that

 I am reaching closer to you

  The sea of serenity in which we will sail

 unto lands unknown 
  solitude in love will

 shine brighter than any star 

in the night sky

 The sun slowly  

rises above the earth angry,screaming 

for relief

He is  waiting for the triple goddess to rise 

bring our love higher  

              than the angry rising sun.            



   © Lasla Moore 2010

Reviews

[Faeshifter]

Interesting story element here but I'm not sure it flows well enough as a poem. Had re-read several lines to try and find a rhythm.
'fortitude of manhood sensibility into a whirlwind of temptation partnered with Eros'
could be the lack of punctuation but I'm not even sure what fortitude of manhood sensibility is.
Very pretty but to an outsider (non-poet) it's hard work.

[Distantview123]

Poetically descriptive, with some strong imagery.

[Jeff Bresee]

Well worded. Drew me in and made me want to hear the soft whisper of a voice. It is good at creating that feeling of longing that we all feel sometimes and tend to want to feel the rest of the time.

[Ladysue]

Very deep and well expressed. I especially like the last stanza...