Time Hailed the Wind
From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Because he was enamored
By the way she scattered leaves in gusts so sweet
He celebrated her beauty by running his hands backward
Whirling streaks of fire in flaming heat
Morning beckoned to the hands of Time to see the Ocean wide
To try and end his celebration of the Wind
Hoping he would be enamored
By the changing tide
His backward running, he would then unwind
Time's flaming fire burned higher, as he felt a breeze
Flowing cool, on his quickly spinning hands
No rest would he find, until the Wind he pleased
Ignoring Morning, he moved even faster
Surely, she would understand
Evening persuaded Morning to leave this post to him
Thinking he could stop Time's ardent quest
Yet he forgot that true love cannot be dimmed
When he showed him all the stars
He loved best
From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Knowing that she was his one desire
Morning and Evening could never stop his hands
For Time's love for the Wind
Fed his fire
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
beautiful words, telling a lovely story well.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad I called round. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem...and striking illustration.. xPenx
Wow. This is beautiful. Love the flow and feel.
ReplyDeleteelemental love...and desire...this was very beautiful
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story. Very poetic and touching. You have captured poetically a tale to be told. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteRomantic
and penned with a loving hand
thanks for all your encouragement Nora
happiest of holidays
beautiful story indeed.
ReplyDeleteWonderful write!
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