WIND

By Siege Powell

Wind blows down the valley
It slides across peaks and flies down slopes.
It licks the grass at the banks of the river and bustles past the forest trees.
It caresses ocean waves and later tosses ships about
It carries the sweet scent of cherry blossoms through the air to the shores and cliffs of mother earth
It tumbles down the rocks and across great distances weaving its way around the world
It carries on it a change and it shares with you
Its travels
It seeps into your hair cleansing every sweet smell it can.
In it flowers can dance and trees shiver and moan like great old men
The wind kisses the rain and lets the breath linger on its lips
It plays music of hope and laughter and of love and peace
It flow gentle like the river and birds swim like fish upon its steady stream of power
It carries upon it a calm grab
The calm relax with mother earth
Feel her glory
Smell her perfume
Soak up her warmth
Grab hold and enjoy the ride
Relax and follow the wind
Truly is the greatest world traveler.

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THE SHINE

BY B.J DALTON

LOOK IN AT THE NIGHT

TOUCH THE DARKNESS

FEEL THE LIGHT ENTER YOUR SOUL

WATCH THE SHINE ENTER THE DARK

LAY DOWN AND FEEL THE SLEEP,

WAY OUT IN THE LAND OF LIFE .

DRIVE ALL WAVES OF LIFE CRAZY.

WHY CAN YOU NOT BE MORE LIKE THEM?

BRING ON THE RAINY NIGHTS.

RISE OF SUN FALL OF SKY.

THE MOON FOLLOWS IN ITS QUITE SLUMBER.

TIRED STARS FILL AN UNWANTED NIGHT SKY.

LOVE THE FEELING OF UNWILLINGNESS

BURNS ON A NON-BURNING FLAME,

FEEL WETNESS FROM THE DRY HEAT.

THE SHINNING IS FROM THE DARKNESS.

 

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SILENCE

By Siege Powell

And when the world fell black and soft like velvet,
pierced by the visions of worlds long forgotten by the universe
those lost in the wilds of their own consciousness
turned their heads to the heavens.
Seeking supplication of their extraterrestrial existence.
Where were they, and why were they...
Still the answers they sought lay dormant...the celestial bodies remained ever present yet quiet still...
Despite their frustration,
despite their desire,
those passionate beings were left to their own devices.
Left to wonder and to suffer alone in the quiet soft silence.
No audience to hear their pleas,
no answers for those asking on their knees.