Wind

Out of Your breath,
Your voice.

Your uttered word,
The breeze.

Expectant with the flutter of each leaf,
You hear The Voice's whisper,
Through the trees.

They dance,

They leap,

Marinating,

The heart of the breeze.

Birds bound,

The gust,
Higher up,

Each thrust.

Midst the Wind,
Carried on Love.

Listen for the sound,
Suns heat,
Warming my face,
In this moment,
State of grace.

Eyes closed,
Upwards my stare.

From winds gentle carress,
Lead up each stair.

What seems misunderstood,
Can only be experienced.

A blast of wind,
So furious,
Left delicious.

Deliriums consequence.

Effected,
Loves device.

Conscienceless.

Spirit,
Mind divide,
Crowned by The wind,
Where I give in.

Resistances upheaval,
Divines retrieval.

Feast,
A meal.

Lethal the blow,
Blow after blow,
Self erodes.

Whats left?

The wind,
The breath,
The rest.

Everything given,
My less,
The breath,
From my death,
Resurrect.

One,
We connect,
Beyond measure,
No context,
Just texture.

The breaths pressure,
What might of been,
Erosionly,
Removed.

Revealed treasure.
Exposures tether,
Blow on me again,
And again,
And again.

Reveal me.

Unseal me.
Unraveled,
Dismantled.

What can be handled,
Grips lost its way,
But I stand midst the wind,

Sway.

Encapsulated by the sound,
The howl,
The growl.
No more of me,
Lost in the shroud.

The Cloud.

My existence is empty.

But in the wind,

More then plenty.


M.O.H.