Upon Whistling Winds

Upon whistling winds,

A hint of dawn wrestles flowers

To yawn and stretch their wings across the grass;

Catching toes in gentle whisper.

 

A storm carries the night

To a land of high winds,

Where a man stands at the edge of a castle crying,

"Where is the one for whom my heart mourns?"

 

The man,

Distant and faded,

With a single spark of spirit,

Embraced the sky with outstretched hands

And was seen no more.

 

Reviews

[Angelic Darkness]

This reminds me of a poetic fairytale. It seems to take you
to a far away place, wanting two souls to meet.

These firsr stanzas: Upon whistling winds,

A hint of dawn wrestles flowers

To yawn and stretch their wings across the grass;

Catching toes in gentle whisper.

Are just wonderful, and really draws the reader in to want
to know more, to be consumed. Great write! AD

[Daniel]

Amazing imagery! :)

Overall, a great read.

Keep up the good work. :D