It's in the wind

Oh, how gently it carresses me.

How tender and full of hope.

It's sweetness flits about me,

Lingering, til I'm fit to burst.

It sets my passions free, afire,

Glorious, amazing, pure.

It feeds my ravenous soul,

My heart, never so alive.

Never so filled with joy.

It's promise never spoken,

But succinctly realized.

 

Then one day,

the wind ceases to blow

and my lungs suffer badly

but I pull through.

Then, on another day,

it blows with such force

that I'm extinguished,

entirely, all is over.

I need the wind

to make me live,

But it need not me.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I love this and I love your writing. The ecstasy of the first verse is dashed in the second making me feel the withdrawal. The wind is like love, sometimes there is not enough, sometimes it is overwhelming and/or brutal. The last line being phrased as you did it is hard hitting.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you used the wind in the poem. Your words are true. We need the breeze and wind to feel alive and fearless. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote