poetic/ I wish the wind...

[lorele]

There's a wind that's blowing

It's not whispering nor screaming

but it's persistent and cold.

I said

There's a wind blowing

whispering or screaming

whipping past

cold and chilly ears.

Yet,

there's a silence overwhelming,

inexplicably alone,

afraid and quiet,

the tumultuous depths roiling

under the surface

where the wind grazes.

I said

there's a wind

but you can't hear it

and you never will

not out of deafness

but out of blindness.

And I look on, into it;

feel it scratch and caress,

and I sigh my own wind

a relief when it ends

because the wind

comes from beyond

where my wishes

are trying to materialize.

I wish...

I wish the wind.

I wish the wind would...

...when the wind wends...

...when I wish the wind would.