pity the poor wind

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dark wind above obscuring light
with frenetic pace laden with futile might
coursing seen as purposed and wise
means chasing ends in limitless tries
as death deceives on a blustery trail
those yearning for hope only to fail
catch my hand you in scurrying fright
let’s sit upon tufts of reason’s delight
hold my hand to deep water we go
still and mirrored, imperfections show –
dreaming, swimming in depths unseen
places our soul surely has been
and with you i sit on velvet lea
green as green – a grassy sea
i’ll tell you tales of weathered life
and we’ll talk of God and goodness rife
and you and i will gaze as one
to the heavenly eyes equaled by none
somber stillness deep into night’s end
and silently weeping I pity the poor wind
(c) 2015 rick stassi

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