You are the weather of my soul
My fingers are trembling ships racing
Trying to reach an island
Where the seabirds play
In the light of a never ending sunset
Why now,
Are the storms raging silent?!
That I can see the tumultuous lightning
And feel the rain as it pounds onto my skin
But the gutteral growl of thunder
The instinct imparted from the crackling sky does die
And my ears listen to the sound of the beginning
My greatest fear
Silence
When there was nothing at all
And nothing again
In the end

You are the weather of my soul
The way a humid ninety-degree day invites the rain
And my fingers are song birds flying
Trying to reach the nest
A place to call home
My songbird fingers
Your skin
I can feel your pain
Still
I can't hear your voice
Silence is my greatest fear

Oh, my jaded love
My sunshine day
My storm
Encompassing me
My flood
Silence is my greatest fear
So talk to me!
Even if what is said
Is nothing I want to hear
You are nothing more than everything
The weather of my soul
My love
And even if its raining stinging drops of violent pain
Where you are
I want to hear it

And I may upset you
You writer
When I say
The words you spill upon a page
Awaken nothing in me
Nothing I haven't known before
Nothing at all
That I couldn't say
In a manner of the moon hanging above a nightime bay
As the ships roll in
And then roll away

I may upset you
You rider
When I say
Your horses lack the power
To carry me away
To a place I haven't been before
No place to find
Cornered in the eddies of my mind
And as unreachable by amateur hands
As the farthest star I can only dream

I may upset you
Fellow poet
Because my prose is cosmos speaking through me
And you know it as you fear it
As some indescribable tongue
Making sounds
You never even knew existed
And even after hearing
You can't imagine

I may upset you
But I know its only because
You lack the ability
To see beauty and embrace it
As something to learn from

Four lines cannot constitute poetry
No imagery, no metaphor
And despite the immense feeling behind it
This is not a poem

In my heart is an ache
for a place that I belong
out where the Desert's lake
meets a lonesome sunset sky

Her waters deep they flow
here deep inside my soul
where her beauty shines upon the sand
to the mountains that reach up high

Her Spirit's dance to take my hand
where the River's come rushing by
from tears she has caught falling
that she has often watched me cry

And through the wind I hear her calling
the echoes of her sweet undying song
where my love for her will never die
Spiritwind ©2016

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I watched the sun setting
as another ending had arrived
Then I wondered what
tomorrow would bring
Until the dark clouds settled
and I realized that
the fading horizon was us -
there will be no tomorrow

You came into my life
the way spring comes to wake up everything around
planting flowers in my soul
making the sun rise
and the stars shine
when all I could see was darkness
and moonless skies.

Like a prisoner dreaming of freedom
I spend my darkest hours dreaming of you
in my heart there was such a hole
and you with a smile
filled it whole.

Water has a bad taste
cause my lips are pinning for your sweet wine
and nothing  can compare with the elixir
my hearth wants to have

I would fall in hell a million times
to feel the way your flame burns my body,
I will prey to all the gods of the world
to  have you in my eyes
the way I have you in my mind

I am a prisoner and you such a free soul
I am a prisoner
dreaming of the freedom
the freedom you are
in my weakest bones.