Wind Stories

With the wind to my face A tear in my eye. I breathe those words So silent and true. My heart that had been broken I cried softly for the love. The mind and soul Put up walls so high to climb. To love anyone again was pain To be alone was safe. A captive to myself. A prisoner held captive in a silent pain. Do I dare love again? To once again feel soft lips Against my skin. To smell a lover's scent again. All had been lost...

There was once upon a timeA beauty that was so divineWith a voice of an angel That travelled a thousand miles Upon the gentle summers breezeThat caught me by surprise A melody so beautiful upon my earsThat echoes upon the wind. A voice so beautifully divineThat caught me blissfully unawaresLike a siren of the seven seasFrom which I was lured forthThat captured my heartbeat And played it like a bass drumBefore a strike of...

It is a quiet night, but for the wind. The Santa Anas' have begun blowing, fanning the inevitable brush fires, leaving the air scented with smoke and desert sage. The last glow of sunlight is fading away and the half moon is already bright in its rising arc. In the broad alley, an elegant Asian woman is enjoying a leisurely evening stroll, her dogs leading the way. She would normally have continued up the crossing street...

A ship with a sail, Heading into the winds, Suddenly battling against the wind's will. I can't tell why, The wind changed its mind, All I know is the ship battles still. Warm air cooled, Light turned to darkness, Building a bridge into unknown pastures. The Captain knows, The ensuing storm he can't battle, Only wait and see if the wind will subside. If the wind settles down, Things may return to normal, Only leaving a mar...