In the Wind
the earth trembles
in centuries
as each flicker of light
goes dark
in that last blink
of breath
the leaves fall from trees
swept away
and new ones appear
as is the way of flowers
in springtime
that open and close
we are left
wondering on the wind
for mortal beings
know not
the mysteries
of the sea
where one begins
and the other ends
the sun
rests on waters
large and small
giving its treasure
away
for those who search
for things
well beyond the rim
of a silent sea
a brush of wings
touched down
TL