Within the Whispers of the Wind

Within the whispers of the wind I hear the thunder before it begins On the outskirts of the light I see the limits of right Inside the shadow of nights’ starkness I avoid the fear of the darkness Alongside a sip of poisonous wine I can taste waters of life so fine In between the words of a prickly pen I touch upon wisdom without end Beyond all life’s uncertainties I have a special sense of eternity