ubiquitous ancester

what secrets the wind carries...

Capricious was the wind
giving the invisible a 
familiar specter that
heeded nothing but a haunting.

What would the wind
chime be, if it didn't give a
memorial announcement for

air's mystery passersby?

Licked the atmosphere 
became with a fear, or was

it the secrecy of who or

what was the honor?

Guilty of giving now 

an awkward silence-

that yet told all the valid

awareness of your presence.

Omen good or bad- the

testified evidence was all the

same- I was visited

by my ubiquitous ancestor.   

Author's Note

pretty much this piece describes how much our worlds- supernatural and natural- be connected.

Reviews

[Emily B]

yes, I know it very well, both came at exactly the same point in my life