The Wind is God's

 

The wind is God's..

 

As I walk down the street

and reflect,

I summon the clouds.

And gravity whispers

fate.

 

My hands are out like a plane

or a bird's,

typifying liberation.

Pondering the dreams I had when I was

weightless.

Then I'd open my eyes as despairing

it came with.

 

It's an anchor that held me down

Somehow mistakes became my

crown.

Dispirited within, all or nothing

around.

 

I always heard about those one's

that found.

I'd see them every once in a while

when I would come out of...

...and tarry above ground.

Smirks that 

irked me

but somehow

profound.

 

Kudos to those deep thinkers!

Who drive the world

but forget to turn on their blinkers.

 

I just couldn't pull my finger.

An Eternal conviction still lingers.

 

Oh, how vulnerability replaces

shame

to keep me in my place and remember my real

name.

 

Who says you can't walk when you fly...

live within the ticks that the clock

can't find.

No need to fast-forward or rewind

cause

 

the wind is God's and sometimes mine.

 

Matthew Andrais DeFranco

Reviews

[Stephen]

It's an anchor that held me down
Somehow mistakes became my
crown.

~~I loved these beautiful lines~~

All verses are preciously penned with your heart. The title`s all what catches my eyes reading this with much attention and as I run down the verses, I find something new -- new and just anew with much depth of your words and in an ending, ~~Ah~~ What a relief! *Sigh* .. What a peaceful ending you done defining the actual meaning of title! Simply adorable write! I admired this piece!

[Matt DeFranco]

Thank you for your thoughtful review Stephen! So glad to enlighten and expire.