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