WINDS BLOW MEDITATIVE

NORTHEAST WINDS BLOW MEDITATIVE SONGS
ACROSS LONG OLD BRANCHES
RESTING WOODEN BONES
UPON A CREAM HOUSE WITH FOREST-GREEN SHUDDERS A HOME COMPOSED OF MANY ROOMS AND MASKS
ONE OF FLEETING TIME
A VIBRANT FAMILY’S INEVITABLE CHANGE
ANCIENT TIMBERS FALL
FANTASTIC REDS AND YELLOWS FALL

BORN INTO A COUNTRY OF FIRE
WITH A BLADE FLUSH AGAINST ACHILLES HEEL
BREEZE MUSIC WITHOUT FEAR
HOLD TIRED MINDS IN SENSUOUS CHAOS
CARRY MY LONESOMENESS TOWARDS THE RECESSED BROOK
I’VE NOTHING TO SPARE, BUT TRANSLATION
OF NATURE SO MAGNIFICENT
I WILL FAIL TOO GRASP HER ROUTINE BEAUTY
STRUGGLE AND SUFFOCATE AMONGST HER HEALING
TAKE FOR GRANTED LANDSCAPE, I TRAMPLE BLINDLY
AS SHE CALMLY IMPOSES A LISTEN…
WOOSH – HAAAH – WOOSH – RAAH
“EXIST IN LOVE” HER DIVINE ADMISSION

Published by RYAN DRAG

Poet / Journalist / Musician

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