zeh121

The Storms That Be:

To the storms that be
Undress me, for I am the purest soul
of all whom breath
Taste of me in your hunger
For I am the food that feeds

By way of mind
By way of soul
By way of body

And when in echo, You shall listen
Faintly shall be heard are the days of past brought present in winds

To the storms that be
It's me bellowed in midst
The lost beauty of my kind
In grace and in style shall blow my smile as heavens fall upon natures kiss

To the storms that be, It's me
Forgotten am I or remembered shall I be beneath the feet of all steps on earthly soils

and

Within this, my journey
Shall I lay in winds .. So .. To the storms that be
It's me, The rains that fall are the tears I cry … Peace and Poetic Blessings.