The Way The Wind Blows.
whispering in my ear,
by Laura Cummings
secret thoughts for none but one to hear,
brushing against my skin with cold yet gentle finger tips,
a loving caress,
breathing, sighing, tousleing my hair,
caring my feet forward even when its difficult and im finding it hard just to breathe,
soft and gentle, coaching, teaching.
angry, harsh, punishing, forcing me onwards,
riping across my skin like a cold blade,
freezing my blood as it struggles through my veins.
angry, harsh, punishing, forcefull, urging me onwards.
soft and gentle, coaching and teaching,
the yin and yalng of the way the wind blows.