Turbulent Winds of Change.
Looking out upon my valley, I welcomed in the birth of day.
Or was it merely an illusion, beckoning to me in the deep recesses of sleep.
Caressing winds, like whispering velvet, dance and rolled and played.
Somewhere across those miles, past the mountains, beyond my shore,
This morning said hello to you before knocking on my day’s door.
Did you wake to storms, or quiet skies when rising from your sleep?
I awoke to storms that rage within my soul, such that made me weep.
It now brings with it a dawn unlike the ones witnessed before.
And it will leave behind with us what we have yet to find.
But then I wonder, what if there may be nothing more?
But something haunts our deepest chambers from across the miles.
And perhaps all we crave and envy is a smile.
And so, if this moment is all the time we’ve been granted,
Let’s not be cruel in our words or judgmental with lines.
I pray always you grow wherever life finds you planted.
Until you step through that next portal of time.
I may not be able to walk with you, for my fears are
But know that I shall always be there,
Dancing in those velvet winds as my shelter,
As my tears welcome in their refuge.
We are of this life, and it shall always be.
No matter whether asleep or awake,
We shall feel the gentle quake.
A brand new year summons in the mysteries
Of yet to come.
Let us live life, together even tho apart.
The turbulent changes of time.
Will forever chime.
© 2010 ~Laurie~
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