feral as the untamed passion
of the soul
Unrestrained murmurs
seep out into ether vastness
pleas of an abandoned heart
A howling silence bears a merciless ache
heedless to the rampant storm
This silent reverie --
but muted amends.
For in shameless longing,
the furor a deserted heart,
thrums onward, unrequited,
wafting in the wind song’s serendipity
Wild as the winged wanton breeze
Oh chilling winter winds of change !
Come lay me down ;
as if I were the windblown
golden fields of summer
down to the ground … down to the ground
cast aside some unnoticed countryside
Smugly indifferent,
restless to rise up untouched,
where seeds of wild hope
once thrived
defy gravity
in the wind swept aftermath
a thwarted sweet surrender
© *wild is the wind