The whispering wind
pamper my cheeks
drying up the tears
freshly cascading in stream.
The rain had stopped
from earlier downpour
flooding the ground
raging like emotion.
Whence shall the world
stop from spinning?
Whence shall my blood
stop from flowing?
Whence shall my heart
tire of beating?
Whence shall my eyes
stop crying from pain?
The changing season
pace in flirting momentum
dancing a jaunty passion
heedless of looming horizon.
I will push today
to rush the morrow
filled with longings of joy
casting away pains and sorrow
