Black Wind

Written by: Matthew Anish

Like a sharp knife
   the winds cuts thorugh us
In the shadows of the 
        day we feel chilled
   The seemingly endless 
procession of stars in the sky 
    Speak to us about 
what really matters
Although our eyes are only 
     a small part of eternity 
We should not feel belittled 
     by the vastness of space 
Our small boats 
   should continue to 
hold their flags aloft 
   in spite of the 
bitter black wind