Sunday, August 16, 2009

Somewhere On The Highway

The wind wolves moved between the silos across the fields
An emerald dance
Allowing the land to speak
Sing its restful tune;

I turned and he smiled to himself
Looking out along the endless road
Content in his choice
Happy that I was happy
As the wind wolves raced across his soul
A delicate dance
Of stone and sea;

So I closed my eyes
Forgetting myself
And went with the breeze;
Lifted I soared on the wind wolves song
To the heart of me
Left within fields far gone
Of the bluest reprieves
And passionate psalms
Shifting with ease
Allowing me to rise
Till the world was no longer
And all I could be
Was wind to the land
Unchained and free...
©2009clarencecbess

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