Perspectives of Wind
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The clouds of storm congregate

A gust comes forth in the darkness

My hand reaches out

Attempting to grasp it in futility

It continues charging

In a direction self-dictated


Brushing across my outstretched palm

It takes no heed from anyone

Such defiance, the cheek of force

Sending even the crowns of mighty trees

Flailing in the breeze


A sensation of cold ensues

No interregnum exists, nor should it

Never stopping to catch its breath

The wind of Mother Nature knows no bounds

Just like those that reside in time

Alex
25 April 2006

A Walk of Reflection
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The chilling night wind twisting through

Veiled in darkness, constantly hidden

Thick leaves and overgrowth give way

Stopped midway by yet another

In the opposite direction


One can only imagine what cavorts

Through the mind of the concealed

Yet in further presponderance

Seemingly echoing

The confines of one's mind


A melancholy steeped in depth

The weariness of the days past

Pressed hard for an answer

But none comes forth

A dried-up fountain that flows no more


That we persist in

Choosing the paths that mislead

That press toward destinations

Of great futility, little fruition


Perhaps it would be foolish to deem all at present

Foolish, unabashed folly in essence

All too many had objectives of noble nature,

Of unperturbed peace and joy. But alas!


Things seldom follow singular routes

Crafted and lovingly planned within minds

We will but in vain at times

A rude awakening in the midst of night

Alex
1 April 2006