Cloaked in Silken Wind

The silken wind surges round me
Wrapping its fine velvet arms around me
Whispering strange fragmented tales
In foreign
ancient tongues
Of things and places far beyond
this room with no ceiling

And yet this silken stranger
does not wish to linger
Stretching . . .
reaching beyond me . . .
Running away
to dance with a distant sapphire Sea
A piece snags
on the back of the door

I wrap myself in the fragment
of the silken wind
Lost in one thought
All my words are but one word
And the word dances away
Dances as though in a trance
Whipped away on the wind

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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