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traces of being Jan 2016
Looking for the answer
I can see it clear as day

Hidden behind words left unspoken
Hoping jilted memories just fade away

Cast my smoldering ashes hither
Steal away with the gypsy wind

Roll away life etched in stone
Scatter silenced reverie far afield

“The hardest thing in life is letting go
Of what you thought was real”



© *wild is the wind
traces of being Jan 2016
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

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