Touch the Wind
Touch the wind
Reach out to grasp a shooting star
When shadows touch the wind,
But a thunder sounds this falls rebirth
As the evening slips away;
But I shall return again
To this place one day
We sense a softer evening light
As quiet voices call,
But those alas so woebegone
Think only of their mortality;
But I shall stand again
In this place one day
Reach out to a star and touch the wind
Then let a morning break,
But seconds now to quickly fly
As time passes everyday,
But I shall return again
To this place one day
By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2010
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