Black Wind
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
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012
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