HERE TO FOUR WINDS

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HERE TO FOUR WINDS

He claims I cannot miss him

Says he is everywhere. He is life…

He is sleep…he is the best of me.

Indeed, ubiquitously life’s rhythm!

 

As I gaze off o’er the distance

Slowly focus at second glance;

Carved amidst the mountain’s face

Majestic beauty his form doth grace.

 

Deep, dark pool though seemingly opaque

Materialized him, shimmering across the lake;

Cradled within a soft nimbus so high

In blissful slumber I see him lie.

 

In the hypnotic aura of evenings’ glow

His seductive smile doth clearly show;

Quickly glides down a radiant moon beam

Unveiled by night, follows me to dream.

 

Is his heart unfettered, does it beat true

Or must my heart keep cadence for two?

I wonder, can he see reflected, my face, my figure?

….Perhaps we are each others mirror.

 

So believe him when he says he is there

You cannot miss him, for he’s everywhere;

In God’s light, the expanse of all that be

With every breath I take, his presence fills me!
D.Faye Nail

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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