#therootedmind

DANCE OF THE WIND…

As the Sun swallows wonder,

The winds growl a bit

Tipper- Tapper they dance,

Encased in the sounds of mellow,

Trudging through the hearts of mellow.

Nature stares at all,

Helter skelter it vows,

Disembodying the doubts of men,

Whose future holds neigh,

But gifts of Soul.

Its the dance of all,

One so pure in gender,

Calming the souls of tender,

As the…

WHISPERS AT 4AM…

They calmly attack my mind,

Scissoring attacks of time,

In and out they race,

About the uncertainties of life.

They openly blow thy heart,

Waiting upon the half of worlds,

In which they timely display,

The swish of neigh.

They secretly evolve,

In to words upon words,

Stories of wars lost to man,

And hearts vanquished in lairs.

It melts with tides,

Gravely lacking the hype,

Of life in tapes,

And souls on dead.

It moves with winds,

Swishing with anger of gods,

Praying for sands of gold,

As thoughts evade thy globe.

It grasps at life unknown,

Sailing on waters untold,

Living for the hope of tomorrow,

Away from the edge of sorrow.

It counts to the dawn of day,

Whispering nothing but doubts,

Swirling thoughts of loneliness,

In to the hearts of man.

It laughs at justice of souls,

Swirling forms of death,

Encased in shadows of hope,

In to the lives of man.

It cascades danger in life,

Smiling at faith and peace,

As nightmares emerge,

At the nature of Dusk.