Withering Winds

September 16, 2009
In the glow of mist and night,
In the brittle, stained and blue,
Sleeps the wind in shallowness
Kept by Ocean's coo.
Heaviness, like breaths of trial,
Held below by hands of stone,
Stills the air, the gusts of fire,
To wither away the yet unknown.
But when Luna smiles over,
And the Ocean starts to part,
The wind, alive, breaks the stone.
Then from the dust to Heaven departs.

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