Whirlwind
“Whirlwind”
A whirlwind in my head have I,
Spinning fire, rock, magic and poetry.
The day turns to night as I breathe in your words.
This heart rests only in sleep...
The world getting broader is set askew.
Slanted earth where the gravity pulls me to you.
The silence, once a dreadful sound,
Is filled with orchestras of thoughts, of powerful overtures.
My mind dances to your rhythm, heart mimics the beat.
My hands have been growing colder since first we met,
As my heart demands my blood, my life force and won't share.
Let us sit on a cloud and point to the ground,
At an old life of loneliness and grief.
A whirlwind in my head have I,
Where it spirals and binds,
You and I into blissful eternity.
Copyright © Charisse Byrd | Year Posted 2011
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