Said the Wind

This poem is about the wonders of nature and how it is so much more than something to look at - it is to be felt and listened to.

a separate world.

it speaks a language

understood only by 

the presence of 

a powerful mind

and open energy.
enlighten me. 


i listen,

empowering you to teach me;

to touch my mind; to feel my soul

to embrace my energy into your hold. 

a story of wind tells me how it begins

by the voices of souls trapped inside them.


she sang soft silences,

numbness flew from her lips,

sorrowful souls wandered at her wisps.

the illusion of a glimpse

sank into my eyes gingerly, 

danced into darker forms of energy

as if it were mist created by
the morning after a blurry rain.


i danced with them;

i let them in. 

i felt them paint in the whirling wind,

in every inch of my sinking skin.


the mural was not for eyes to see, 
for the wind had painted a wretched, wild scream.


a world admired for color and shape

is admired by those incapable to escape 

they are trapped like voices in the wind

baring bodies that hold not a piece of skin

their souls shall fly with darkened wings;

their souls shall paint the wicked screams.

their souls shall create 

a world we feel intensely 

when our eyes are closed 

and hearts roam free.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[lua]

these words are alluring, they depict so well the magic within nature that one would connect with if they were just to stop and let it in

[Mackenzie]

Thank you so much!(: I'm really glad someone sees this poem the way I do.