A fantasy poem about the imagination of a child and how a circle completes itself in life. |
When I was a little girl I held the wind in my hands it seemed There in Grandpa’s garden among the flowers and the weeds I tilted back my head and closed my eyes so tight I asked for Gods assistance and whirled the wind with all my might It was slow and warm and I could feel it pass right through And when I changed direction the strength of its power grew I imagined a thousand soldiers watching from upon the hill They were slowly gathering upon the earth that stayed so still Beyond the meadow a great fleet of ships harbored at the shore And every single eye watched as I commanded the gale they came in for There was a great and majestic sunlight that helped me carry on Like the fingertips of heaven reaching for the patch of earth I adorned A celestial orchestra played while angels sang a duet with the wind And when I twirled about the grass the scene changed for me again Now I saw my mothers face so young, she was like me And daddy sat alone so sad and bent over on his knees My sister was playing with her dolls So content as mother she was And my brother was passing time In the comfort of the law My children frolicked in sweet clover And I held each one as they passed through I kissed each little cheek and set of lips Like some queen mother surely would do The first was dark and olive skinned Her eyes so black as night She smiled up and said hello So perfect in my sight The next smiled shyly, so handsome And asked me to set him straight And I bent to lift him up And he made me wait and wait The last wore sunlight in her hair And blue diamonds were her eyes She reminded me of rainbows And I couldn’t say just why There were so many others And I watched them as they walked They called out to me to hold them And for awhile we stood and talked Then I saw myself standing still On a crystal blue sheet of glass And my hair was wound in roses As a procession ushered past My garb was white with lilies And my heart as driven snow And I couldn’t help but notice Not anyone did I know I watched one so eloquent and unspoken Waiting for me to reach To take my hand and keep it Till time stood still I think And I slowly came upon the place Made for me by this one And I fell so wholly pleased At the way in which it was done Above my head flew the raven Leading doves two by two And when they circled round the sky They had written, “I love you” At the end of the formation A lone eagle took to flight And he led us all to plethora Where the moon had hid the night Hooked within his talons Wrapped four fold in a golden sling He held the truth of promise And to me he dropped a golden ring I moved the direction of the force To the west and east and then I saw an old woman Who I knew as friend She was sitting in a field With daisies at her feet And ten million butterflies Flew around the sky it seemed She was knitting a blanket Made of memories and time She used her eyes like needles To help make them all still rhyme “I’ve been waiting here for sometime” And then she said hello She leaned in to whisper to me As the wind became soft and low “My dear you will have many That will cause you great defeat And in moments when you wander In heavy shoes upon your feet Never let your imagination fail you Or deny the love you seek Your hands will comfort many And have it back when you are weak Never forget that you saw me And all those minds that you let in And in those quiet moments I am that whisper on the wind” |