Whirlwind

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears to hear it. - Thoreau

Like a gentle breeze.

I aim to please.

To ease and cool.

Unlocking life without keys.

Going wherever a sweet caress needs.

Like a strong wind.

I want to be heard and felt.

Not seen.

Today's reality.

Persuading tonight's dream.

Like an unrelenting gale.

I want to prevail.

Here and there.

Controlling like Aphrodite.

Searching for her nightie.

High and mighty.

Like a vicious tornado.

I want to tie you up in a knot.

Twisting truth.

Inflicting a heartfelt bloodclot.

Determining fate's swirling plot ...

Author's Note

“The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit; it is a Spirit’s breath. A just man’s purpose cannot be split on any Grampus or material rock, but itself will split rocks till it succeeds.” - Thoreau