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An Ode to the winds we can't escape |
Windchimes The windchimes sensed your coming, I didn't heed the call; looking out for something, a heart to break the fall A fall to somewhere special, something unexpected, found; someone who might mesh well, someone, somewhere bound Bound to something hidden, something previously unseen; unfelt, unsmelt, unbidden, sheltered deep and set off screen Shrouded from the outset, sheltered from the storm; left vulnerable with doubts met, invested... yet withdrawn Sinking where the malt's sat, stinging from the plains; singing from the salt flats, I drink alone again Silent for so long now, still strung out in the woods; hanging from such shaded bows, ignored, misunderstood Lost leaves begin to rustle, as wind begins to build; to home, we start to bustle, as something deep, instilled Urges us to haven, despite the pleasant wind; something warm we're craving, ... something cool we must rescind 'midst memories of songbirds, dropping beats in transit, past; 'tween hidden glyphs and lost words, crossed winds trained, cursed to last Calling from such salt plains, the heartland where it beats; reluctant though, the soul strains, ... a spirit shy discreet and still those chimes are ringing, they shiver on your breeze; the feelings that they're bringing, the senses that they seize How long had they been there? How long has it blown? a wind resplendent, laid bare, nerve, muscle, sinew... bone with shields, swords relinquished, armoured suits shed, cast aside; Knights spent long, distinguished, Maiden days, the flesh abides stripped away to nothing, such fealty is sworn; the windchimes sensed your coming, ... an inbound perfect storm |