Surge

I go to the wind,

letting it carry me away;

in lift of guided breath,

my sentiments give way.

My strength~

wrangled and torn from the western sky.

My land ~

now a vast empty landscape.

Gone,

are the wild horses.

Once, when valleys were untouched,

the mane flowed free from poll to withers.

Spirits surged in leaps magnificent~

unrestrained.

I can only feel your presence now,

when I close my eyes.

Silent, a steed knows the touch.

I hear your pulses force within my veins,

charging steadfast for the sound.

Patiently, I watch the clouds pass by.

Tranquil or else tempestuous,

the breeze faces the open.

No falter.

No fade.

The wind carries me away.

~Jessi (image and poem)

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