How Do You Catch the Wind
As the wind carries the songs of liberty
a benign feeling embraces like a blanket,
affectionately caressing,
bringing elation in waves of acoustic delight.
A delicate stirring,
with anticipation of solace in its totality,
endeavouring to incite that sentiment,
that humbling ideal – deliverance.
The breath of the wind is alluring,
whispering the delights of majesty,
fashioning her life on adoration
at the apex of the choir’s mantra;
at the pinnacle of harmony.
And the swirling, windy bedlam cuddles
as she swiftly beckons for a closeness,
enticing as the eye of a storm,
whistling with angelic purity
and dissolving into the tranquillity of Elysium.
Enchanting the soul with fervent grace,
this paragon washes away the woes;
and with a tremulous lift of the breeze
she exposes her calling - her freedom.
And she finally eludes the muted grasp,
floating off into a sea of possibility
and eloping with a sense of fulfilment.
It makes you feel... loved.
Perhaps next time I’ll catch her.
Perhaps next time she’ll catch me.
Jul-2005
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