The wind

The Wind

Time has broken down

and the memory that remains is in the windsong

flowing through eons

it touches my face

And I remember the way I used to be

Linking my past to my present to my future

I know not where I’ll be

That sweet day the wind will

herald my long sleep.

***

Copyright joymanifest 2013

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