I Used To Know ...
I used to know the Wind's real name
And where she came from, when she came -
She'd trim the wings of sailing boats
In billowed swirls of petticoats,
Or toss her hair and leaves would fly
Like flames across a cobalt sky.
Sometimes at night she'd stamp and weep
And wake me from my nested sleep,
Or part the dragon-clouds and spill
Bright stars across my window sill,
Then dance through trees, from bower to bough,
And where she went,
I used to know ...
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though it may not be important to you
ReplyDeleteI really love your work
I can't help but give my opinion, its true
and a compliment as a perk
RICH! How lovely to see you here -
DeleteOh what a great surprise!
I hope others will feel like YOU,
And see me through YOUR eyes!
xo