The wind carries the soul
Toward a heart, it’s own
An apparition of anticipation
Toward the body, raggedly worn
The teller, not the told of
The forgotten, not the forgiven
Time-bleached and iron-hardened
The scourge and scorned
The wind carries the leaf
From its home, into the abyss
A melody of Frailty
From the porch, familiar and warm
The searched for, but unwanted
The secret lover, the obvious fool
Beach-beaten and vine-ripened
The burnt and enlightened
The wind carries me
From the darkness, into the bright
The waiting maiden, fair skinned beauty
Toward the light and a better life.