Storms

From here I fly, soaring in the slipstream that is you

Energy left behind by the salvo of want and demands

Constantly in your time, forgetful I exist alongside

From here I fly, spiraling outwards touching fresh winds

Lifting me up toward new fashioned bursts of cool air

Clamoring to catch myself as I soar higher than before

That is until I hear you a whisper as loud as a shout

Just my name, calling me back to the inhabited world

Reaching up stretching, seeking just a reminder of freedom

Shattering the chains that keep me earthbound, with a sound

With a cry to the wind that lifted me in a dream

Begging to be thrown back into the maelstrom once more

Whispered words, come home come back stop me short

Bound with chains once of my choosing, tethered by a whisper

To stay,  hetaera to your whims, peace in the tempest of you

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11 May 2019

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