It’s your name
That I find
Written within the stars
Falling from the sky
Lighting up my eyes
Like fireworks
In the night sky
Displaying your love
To the world and
To heaven above

The wind roars —
then stills to listen
to the spoken grandeur
from the soul of the
angry autumn sky
Its quickly moving grandeur
moving  way beyond
a trailing moment's wake

   Change often goes voiceless —
the autumn wind
needs not consent
to bare the trees;
disguising all symmetry
of yesterdays fleeting glance

Overarching that which
can no longer be
   as it once was —
A  bitter cold gust preys
on this aging bark
stirring to the roots
of my soul

Will true nature’s  
powerful essence
ever reshape the scars
these wind-whipped
human feather's
mask ? 

   The wind roars —
   then stills to listen ,...

and I wonder why
I can’t be the change
I see

Stillwater in the wind


Jesse Stillwater ... November 2nd, 2018

My mind has frozen a picture of you as moon light blossomed from your eyes,
In that blissful moment,
You bind me in your embrace.
I'm overwhelmed with love
as I imagined you.
Now my heart is tidel current of sea,
Graceful moonrays from your eyes
must respond to the tides of this ocean.