for the coming of the wind

A Poem a Day in September: #34

I live in the house
of the song
of the wind

in darkness the gale
calls
and howls

~

I ride the black night
on the sound
of the wind

each cry lifts me
up
and beguiles

~

I spurn my sleep
I am waiting
for the wind

she sings me
a storm
lullaby


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #35: best words (repainted)

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