Thought I’d mark a year of this blog with something a little different.
The Road And The Wind
“before I am old
I shall have written him one
Poem maybe as cold and passionate as the dawn”
And all that while, I’d measured my futility along the way,
I too would stumble, and find no consolation
In the dust I breathed on that fateful day, yet
I knew my sister accorded all behind.
Sister, I knew that road too well; I let it wind
Until your voice blossomed and grew still
When I had stumbled countless times
And countless times has I glanced behind.
But I saw no sign; your voice grew faint,
And when I heard, I was too late.
Sister, I repent. I drowned my admonitions
In that same despairing wind.
And o! my sorrow when I saw
Your pockets of prescience lay littered behind.
Now suddenly left fumbling
In the traps of mere memories I thought long behind.
Feeling the warm sand against my cheek,
Yearning for warmer times than this accursed wind.
Sister, I left your faults to the wind!
Sister, absolve me of my sin!
Perhaps the mist shall clear from the road,
And I shall see the way I have gone,
Or perhaps some child will find what remains with the wind,
Along the path I’d left behind.
Yet now I stumble as before, fall to the same dust
I breathed that fateful day,
And sister, your voice returns,
As this wind fades away.
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