Six Songs for the Wind

At the center of the storm
She spirals
Broken beneath truth
Stripped translucent
Lost and unrepentant
While night falls
She un-becomes herself
And is reborn into wind.

* * *

Voice of his heart,
Calling her
The steady beat
Her sanctuary
Once held,
Once loved
She is lost,
Exile of time
Sorrow
Twisting her
Into her own burden
A thousand hollow words -
Illusions.

* * *

She's unmade the earth for him
All wild and waiting
Confession of fear
Beneath this wanting
What she cannot have
It is dust, a brittle ringing of bells
She's unmade her life for him
Wind upon tin, clattering
Terror, panic, silence

* * *

A woman falling deep in time
Burns mountains
A woman falls
Burns through heavens of grief
To find solace in a line
A curve, a silhouette of sound
A voice, earth and stone
Beneath, she breathes
His face, lips, sings his skin
Sings the wind.

* * *

Silent, wanton waiting
Empty beds, rooms, lives
Clutter of duty
Always, always the ghosts
Midwives of her aborted rebirths
Hover, hands flutter bloodless
Buried in the shallow grave
Eulogy of hollow words, dreams
Shuffling toward obscurity.
Smothered.

* * *

But always this memory,
This memory of heart
Beside her, beneath her
His simple, steady beat
His voice singing
The song of her life
His heart
His heart
Remembering him,
Remembering,
Her sweet salvation.


(c) 2005 J.L. Stanley