Mount Eerie
Wind's Dark Poem
voice of wind(the air in the branches)sounded like wordswhispering a spell on meuntil I heardnow I see shapes in the low lightthe earth quakes in the twilightI see flames in my calm lifeI hear the wind's dark poem:(wind speaks:)you can see from above, the rocks sticking out ofthe yard behind the house make stone constellations,half-buried in the dusk, the unformed storiescoming to life while I sleep.the breath moves branches saying words that Idon't know, a new poem. a song I sang in a dream, the lights of town faint,something is exhaling in the sound of traffic, faraway. something's happening.wind's dark poem describes,calligraphy of branches writes,stone constellation alivethe house is built on a bouldersoil returns to the windbones will blow in pink lightLetras de cancionesthe distant sound is saying my namethe wind is taking pieces.wind's dark poem is about the constantly roaringdecay, the destruction of every day,and every morning's waking.but:even as spring is bringingblossoms back among leavesthe cold wind blows when night fallsand the bare branches bend
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