The air is such a beautiful
thing as it blows and shivers
against the empty space.
I sometimes remember how
it flowed through my hair
in many stages of my life.

I remember when it cooled
my face when tears of pain
shot through horrid lives
I lived tormented by my own
past and present misery.
The tears are dried but
sometimes I feel them
on my cheek.

I remember the wind that
blew at night when she
decided to smile and wave
at me for the last time.
Of course I did not know
she would flee from me
like the winter wind.

I remember the summer wind
when my sadness and misery
took shape in words of resentment.
In this wind I found my
strength through turning myself
into a rock so that the
winds do not alter my heart.

I wish a new wind would free
me from my turmoil in my life.
Yet why is it that it is easy
to feel comfort in the past and present,
yet when it comes to the future
we fear everything that comes to be?

Maybe it is the fear of not being
able to predict the nature
of what is to come in the end?
Or maybe the past and present
is living for the moment rather then
predict what the vast ocean of
time has for us.

12/17/2003

Posted on 12/17/2003
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