speak peacefully . . .
winds
speak to my soul
you are the only sounds that doesn't break
the silence
i'm suffering, suffering
please, please speak to me
your wistful voice is all i need
softly and abruptly
filling the air with your music
in and out
in a tune not yet played before
speak to me
oh mighty winds
I beg of you
bring your peaceful tidings
to soothe my writhing soul
i'm squirming
in a chair
uneasy
of the outcome
i'm waiting
for you
to make a sound
to let me know
that you are always there
sing, winds sing
reverberate your song
from wall to wall
let it echo
I need to hear . . . something
anything but, this noiseless state
I can't bare to think right now
give me something to think about
words that will s i n k
resonate
with me
align with me
oh beautiful wind
I admire your sturdy sound
you can be heard
no matter how high the volumes reach
you stand amongst and give your call
we retrieve our state of mind in the founding aligns of your time
YOU ARE READING
Ouidas' Rose
Poetrya collection of rambles, of shattered letters, of quiet musings and heart throbs that feel like drum drops someone grab my teddy bear so I no longer feel the darkness
