But I will socialise.

But I will socialise.

There is laughter in

A chime, the tinkle

Of a lover’s wish

Whispered into the night

Carried softly away

Enveloped in the sweetness

Of a tender melody

Lightly wrapped in a

Taffeta breeze

Although fiercely

Cries the wind

Screaming its intent

A wail of discontent

Sweeping, scurrying

Words whipped flagrantly

On a whim

Scouring tears

From an exposed cheek

Bowing heads

Forcing trees to bend

Bringing the world

To its knees

Biting into the bone

Its keenness

Cutting razor sharp

Until it blows out

Leaving stillness

As an ambiguous

Perspective

Becalmed in serene repose

The sad sail

Hangs in need

Of inspiration

Neither one nor other is within

My gift to offer

It will come as may or not to be

A breeze

A wind by any other name

Is by weight of balance

As sweet an air

As is meant to ruffle

Pretty feathers

Or raise the hackles

On the back of your neck

A secret sign of danger

Whistle it down

Drenched in perspiration

Or bathed in sweat

Death is not a stranger

When you know

Which ever way

The wind blows.