Poeme Amour
Colours of the wind
jwalan
The free wind blew fair on this bight and beautiful morning. Coloured with a rainbow of love. it danced through the open window. Caressing our naked hearts, it hushed and brushed our thighs with excitement, then it tickled us with sighs. How it had changed by mid-afternoon, blustering around our foul words. Colouring the fresh air blue it gusted hard and slammed the doors, Hurling things across the room. it flayed her hair and chased her hard, whipping her from my arms. Tonight it gathers strength and rages round my mind. Colouring my thoughts as black as the moon-less night. It rips through my emotions and pulls me apart in a whirlwind of immense pain. How the wind did change so quick throughout my coloured world. It blew me hard out to sea, until I finally came to shore. Upon the sands of eternal calm, in a dreamless void I rested. The saviour of my sanity, an island of deep sleep.
|
|