Paint the Wind

Paint the wind

with dove grey wings

so I may snare 

and cage it

before the trees

hear all the things

I told the wind

in secret

For secrets

cast long shadows

that don't melt

into the sun

and leaves

will fall

like burning

tears

before the fall

is done

Rose

What a windy day this was for the poor dove trying to eat berries

The Dark Side

the dark side lies

where the raven flies

at dusk

and rises at dawn

where dreams are born

from bones and dust

and naught is as it seems

where love and lust

are blurred

and promises slurred

by unwept tears

there secrets hide

defiling the years

like quiescent embryos

they cling to the dark side

while paranoia echoes

©Rose