…And The Wind… (Originally Written March 10, 2010)

I am alone

in despair

collapsing beneath

the old Oak tree



where the lightening once hit it



No more

So I say to those around me

‘Let us be invisible together.’

And so,

    The wind takes me up on my feet,

and the Lord moves his hand

to wipe clean my slate.

And the smile I found,

The happiness, The peace,

is here, with me

…And the Wind…

The ghouls and ghosts

of celebrations passed,

are here, with me,

…And The Wind….

And as we dance

towards the darkness

I turn my smiling face

to look back on those

who on a summer’s day

must look back on me,

Cold stone above,

Coffin below

As I lay



No more

Beneath the Oak tree.

Now entombed

in green and gloss.

Those who laughed,

who turned away

Must now listen to my faraway laughter.

My laughter,

…And The Wind’s….



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