In the room
the air is still & cold & lonely.
unshed tears linger in the air around
& mute the feeble candlelight.
insomniac ghosts drift by half-dreaming
down ancient roads on forgotten errands
& i with empty eyes stare up at the empty sky & ask
'why?'
Outside the room, the west wind blows.
Autumnal gusts uplift the fallen leaves, & dance
dance with the pine needles & plastic grocery bags
till the wind rises & all blow away together
to meet the sunrise.
i open the window
& wind like a memory disturbs the dead air with wild whistling song,
song like the wind howling over trees between mountains,
song like the water crashing down the rapids, & roaring,
song like heartsblood pounding in my head, pounding
in rhythm to remembered laughter & running free along clear water
as the moonlight shone above. & i spread my arms like wings
& feel the wind catch them. i speak,
& watch the wind blow the words away. i laugh
& watch the wind blow the world away
to meet the sunrise.
i'm trying to sorta figure out things that i can't say easily in prose, so i'm doing a bit more poetry here than usual, i guess.