Wind, sky, clouds, and the city;
the only things I have left.
Every day, I sit on the same bench,
wondering why it all happened.

I gaze into the distance,
as if I were still searching for you.
Yet deep inside, I know
that even if I ran there,
I would never find you.

Forever staring at your faint smile,
behind which true sadness hid;
I understood you only when you gave up,
and then disappeared forever…

The cold wind
pinches my cheeks and blows my hair.
But I sit, staring,
lost in thought.

Wind, sky, clouds, and the city;
only you are missing here.
I close my eyes for a moment,
to forget the cruel reality.

I remember those days, all the time spent with you,
and I thank you silently
for helping me become a better person in the end…

Sun beats down on loose stones
Beneath climbing feet.
Heavy pack rests
On weary shoulders.

Sweating brow, dry throat, burning eyes.
Moisture absorbed by hot dry skin.
Heavy burdens rest
On weary shoulders.

Tired body accomplishes
Tasks of the mind.
Cool winds strong
Where the peak is high.
Heavy burdens fade.

The wind blows.

Tracking, violating, a little train on its way
to the E island for the ninety-fourth time this day
in this infinitesimal airport, this enormous node
converged of weaves of space,
meaning collided.

A young woman gazing somewhere not special,
until my sight aligned with hers: rail unravels
its skeleton as the train forwards
only as bitten by the steal heaviness, that
guises dumb voyagers, a heavy lightness
inside.

Tapped by sound, a haphazard feeling of mind, I
percept couples prattling in native English
from scattering finches called home
Drifting away or reflowing towards,
adjacency suspends in lenses of all.

Afraid
to envision the scent of seeds unplanted,
to dwell on questions without an answer,
to defy gravity,
I know you are too.

The wind blows.

Departing with my hue of strength found in all that I lacked,
a sprawl of bouncing breeze leaves my tune beneath the rail.

This lilting night
in a world still trembling,
streets sag with silence,
the hush tastes of smoke.

A crow cuts low,
black wing against orange,
leans into the wind,
folds, veers.

Above the trees,
the sky wears a copper bruise,
clouds thick as wool,
the light already retreating.

Air carries the edge of change-
sharp as bitten tin,
wet as stone on the tongue.

All sound brittle:
screen door whining,
tires on gravel,
a match struck to nothing.

your page turning,
the small sigh after,
your breath, mine,
keeping time with the dark.

Ferry rocks on waves
Teddy bear reeks of *****
Seagull soars past me

Wind speaks through longing and desolation
while the skies roars with thunderous intuition

The Divine leads the way toward the decent
through transcendence the void surrenders, magnificent

Moments turn to questions
weighed against the silence

Wisdom circles back in quiet lessons
where wishes fuse with value and honest hope

Time will speak the conclusion
and when divine power ripens in season

My soul'll evolves toward acceptance
wishing all my breath becomes celebration.

I'm by the sea late

at night, the winds need no sleep --


they're scanning my skin.

World, forget me
For I am just another dandelion
blown away too soon in a field,
before the children came to play
World, forget me
because I am just another cut,
from the blade of society
To linger, and to disappear
World, forget me
because the seas will continue
to crash against the sands
and the clouds will continue
to rain against the ground
The winds will forever continue to blow,
world forget me,
because I'm just a candle
in a world of wildfires
To be blown out
once it kept someone warm
World, forget me
because my silence will bring peace
and absence will bring
a warm embrace,
to sweep across the lands
World, forget me
because one more window broken
is just another replaced,
forget me because
my breath will save
the one who needs it more
the ones in the closets,
the ones in the seas,
the ones in space
who can't come down to earth
World, forget me
because I am just one to the world
and none to one
so forget me, because
one more gone
wouldn't make a difference
especially one
lacking
everything
needed

“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet

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Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun sign
       I listen to bellows pounding sea rock boulders
circling my spine in sharp dagger kisses divine
I listen to you penetrating my marrow
     swirl icy chiming voice through mottled skin
pulling hair, ******* throat uncensored ….
my parched lips open as you rip dry logs
to hear red ants scattering into darkened holes
                   trolls vacantly watch wind arms across my shoulders
I hold dripping amber, as you raucous relay
      score, hungry vultures and swallows chorus adore
      I walk songs, you unbutton word flames refraining  
dead locusts fall in wind tone lyrics whirling

Beloved ! be still that I may touch your *****
feel cold notes ripple between your crescendos
     stroke your quavers, obedient to your baton
      soul bowing to your transmuting crotchets
all I hear as you settle into playful breezes
    a teasing drama complete, is “I Love You” !

is it because of
of how beautiful
daylight reflects off
the leaves
or how the winds
makes the branches
dance,
i know i have
a life to create,
id just rather sit
here all day
and watch
it go by