There it is again, something on the winds
Lifting me from the depths of depression
Lighting my evening liken to the fullest of moons
Even with the snowy arms of winter clasped round me
I feel her heat, her tumbling hair
All warmth on my face
Suddenly
The sun beats down upon me
And water restores me
Washing away the dust and sweat of life
And I aware that time passes
The even plotting steps of my days
Leading somewhere to futures end
Dead leaves falling on weed covered grave
Till then, I feel the burning Sun
And the wind
Walking the early morning grass
To dive into watery depths
And wonder at a thunderstorm
For who am I
To doubt?
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 20th, 2011
