Late One Night

The drift of the wind carried with it

the breeze of time

Time past and time to come

The dust particles collected,

Into a whirlwind of culminating thought

And through the spiralling wind

i saw the form-

The reflection of a story left unwritten

Of me,

A pen left akimbo

Waiting

To be used

Until it died

And the image faded

Never to be forgotten

But never remembered like that again

And the wind drew my dry spirit to a tree

Placed me on a limb

Into the green

And rocked me softly

As I was kissed awake

As I when I opened my eyes

The very face of love

and vulnerability stared back at me

And reached out to me

And not only did I reach back

I held him there

And did not 

let 

go

Reviews

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

I hope you know this is powerful stuff that you post here... Its a really demanding piece Monique... It took me for a spin. It was spiritual and very naked