a will o' the wisp
whispering
and whither whether wind it up
and up and out and on and into
                                                         onto
                                                            ­      unto
on and on
and on and out until it ends
and ends and ends
and on and on
and ebbs
until
the winds whirl up
and up and up and on and on
and hidden in the whirlwind still
an echo like a metronome
will o' the wisp
that whispers on
to wander on and on and on
and somewhere
where the sea is still
she watches the whole world whirl up
to sleep deep in the eye and know

I am the one
who brought the storm