I know the wind well!
It’s my director
Of featured weather,
Of future ever,
Of songs of myself.
I know the earth well!
It’s my instructor
Of fractured together,
Of future’s never,
Of times of myself.
I know the sky well!
It’s my protector
Of fictitious brothers,
Of future endeavors
Of dreams of myself.
I know the wet well!
It’s my deconstructor
Of fabricated feathers,
Of future in-slaughter,
Of screams of myself…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/21/08
Fantastic poem that speaks volumes.
Mary
The second stanza really speaks to me...
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.