Sometime Before October

Wind, give me hope.
I hear you sweeping through lonely trees outside,
Stirring up weak and crumbling leaves,
The rage in me;
A confusion of precious little pieces
Held somewhere in time
By hands too caring to understand the passion and danger;
Let this all go free.

Wind, enclose me in your fury.
Make everything swirl and whip around me
As salty strands of hair fly up and cling to my eyes,
Bind swollen and ready lips,
Take over the truth inside.
Then, you become a whisper, a touch,
An ache so soft,
Resting behind my back,
Lightly brushing my belly;
So near.

Before this tear drops from my eye
To its home upon my cheek,
Let it fly away, wind
And land on someone who can forgive me
For being weak
And hating all those little things
I should have loved;
You really did amaze me.

Reviews

[aphrodite61]

i agree with the other reviewer; there was a lot of descriptive words which essentially made the piece what it is.

[Poeticpiers]

a beautifully descriptive piece of poetic prose which aroused my sympathy