ampoule
11-08-2008, 10:55 AM
The Restless Wind
So, where did you go,
with the wind,
and how far?
Were you swept up,
blown away,
or did you stand against it,
an oak,
pressing your body,
or bending low,
as a willow would,
giving, but rooted,
yielding, yet resisting?
Did Hadley hold your hand
on his global trot,
sniffing your sea breeze tresses,
swirling you past monsoons,
raising you up amongst the jet streams,
to light you calmly back home again,
to dream of...
winds savage,
winds weeping,
winds whistling,
winds drowsy....
time to sleep,
rock-a-bye baby,
when the wind blows,
sleep,
dream,
rest in peace.
Happy Birthday, Margaret Mitchell, 1900, author of "Gone With the Wind".
ampoule, November Eighth, TwoThousandEight
So, where did you go,
with the wind,
and how far?
Were you swept up,
blown away,
or did you stand against it,
an oak,
pressing your body,
or bending low,
as a willow would,
giving, but rooted,
yielding, yet resisting?
Did Hadley hold your hand
on his global trot,
sniffing your sea breeze tresses,
swirling you past monsoons,
raising you up amongst the jet streams,
to light you calmly back home again,
to dream of...
winds savage,
winds weeping,
winds whistling,
winds drowsy....
time to sleep,
rock-a-bye baby,
when the wind blows,
sleep,
dream,
rest in peace.
Happy Birthday, Margaret Mitchell, 1900, author of "Gone With the Wind".
ampoule, November Eighth, TwoThousandEight