Bradley Tremmil
WINGS OF THE WINDS
Every river weaves to an ocean
And every ocean needs a river
There’s no magic potion
Just a blessing from up high…
There are times
And there are seasons
when the sun fires up the sky,
In those times
The sun dries up all the air
And like a woman bound in chains
Rains of clouds are held
deep in dark despair,
A masquerade for tears
Sleeping awake
the streets are numbed by their fears…
When the valleys are low
And the deep falls to falter
The oceans start to roar,
A cry out for the earth to tremble
like a woman who groans in travail
At the fullness of her pain
her voices up and fly away…
In that season
the gravity holds no time
Then when the winds say so
Like a warrior that fights
The flood storms in
upon the wings of the winds,
Like waterfalls the water falls…
Every ocean needs a river
And every river leads to their ocean…
Copyright © 2018 Bradley M. Tremmil
The laws of nature and sacred wisdom in beautiful poetry
Thank you Albert. You are always the philosophical critic. A much needed wise-man for the aspiring artist.
My pleasure, Bradley. You have reached your high ideals, now only in the path of fulfilment. Hehe…
Thank you Carol, I highly respect and appreciate your comments.
Another interesting visual in your words. The river leads to the ocean. Always enjoy your poems Bradley.