The Web Poetry Corner - Wesley A. Storer - The Sacred Wind
The Sacred Wind
by
Wesley A. Storer
Where in endless sojourns
Dost thou betake thyself?
To secret unseen dreams?
Of your palatial spaces?
The yellow paged Autumns
Where your freezing flame
Brushes with crimson stain
Once green leaves of Spring?
Painting their amber lilting
Like cameos in purest glass
Where once in pleasant shadow
Clung lovers in passions grasp
Kissed and cooled by thee
While lost in wandering
Changing thy changeling scenes
Seeding fields in flowers sweet
Sweeping again the sandy beach
When the ocean's call you heed
In sometimes cavalier veneer
Raising skirts to lovers' cheers
Giving the breath they breathe
The way it has to be
The only way it can be
In your mysteries unseen