Winds
The winds are blowing strong!
Can you hear what they whisper?
Can you smell their intentions?
…I can’t either….but….I’m no longer afraid
of what they bring that I cannot see
of what I want but might not be
I am no longer.
So, blow on!
Winds.....
Change what you may.
I won’t stop dancing during the storm…
I won’t lose the sun, again…
And if you find the moon, on the other side,
kiss him for me.
Copyright © Tanya Dickens | Year Posted 2012
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