The wind of the winter
Can lay itself down, you create
The season, and dress it with sounds
Add to it color and make it seem more
From the azure altering sky, towards
The lush Forest Floor, and when you just stare
It’s then I adore, the silence you take
As you take in much more, and If silence
Breaks, I break like waves on the shore, for you fill
Me with light, one million suns pour through the
Doors. Yet the windows you seize to the house
That’s my soul, are captured in bewildering thought
Of just what’s in store, a musical note may hold
A clef or chord, but you always present, captures my home.
You walk with the wind traverse and explore
Subtle as a heart beat, constant and sure
Soul lighter than snow, a reflection of all
Hope assured, a gift of unending
Worlds, the cosmos unfolds
Yet you choose this small place
To settle and roam, as I discover
Your essence, speaking volumes in tomes
Emptied of all thoughts, there is still something known
There is a lifetime of peace and sanctity flows.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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