Wind

In My Room, I sit all alone, my thoughts of tomorrow. A decision of things to come hanging on the imaginary cliff I have created. I am on the brink of an idea when the wind outside catches my attention. My thoughts have been disolved into the night as the word wind brings a song into my heart. I will never again see the word as just a word. It is a poem in itself. Destined for great things with the stroke of a pen. My need for inspritation in the sound of nature against my window. I am proud to hear my Lord Breathe gently in the night. It's the sound of my future awakening