Accounting for the Winds
The sea is open to anyone
drawn by her mesmerizing motions
the sense of peril a beguiling urge
that rejects logic for the madness of
emotions.
Her irresistible secrets are held beneath
the ocean
where the deep is a darker place
she will share these – for an eternity
The price: solitary space.
The mountain’s magnificent brawn
juts up mightily to reach the skies
to touch the face of mother
with her cold unforgiving eyes.
He is beckoned by promises of highs
drawing him beyond the intrepid goals
of all who must have their conquests
The cost: their souls.
The winds reign across all the heavens
with conflicting forces of low and
high;
armies
- formless, shapeless, incorporeal
agents of blessed change and destructive
vie.
Perpetual motions that sooth or test
as flowing air touches all presence
the mountains; the land; the rivers;
the seas
The toll: a reclusive essence.
