December 27, 2010

The Winds

A mystery for the ages.
A metaphor for no comparison.

An unstable presence.
The definition of movement.

A testing by tension.
The setup for appreciation
Of peace.

A thing of direction
Counted by others

From the south it is warm.
From the north it is cold.

These are the times.
And then we get old.

Age is for the youth.
Youth are for the ages.

The young hate their title.
The aged would gladly accept it.

The stone is cold year round.
The wind blows over it from any direction.

An unstable presence.
The definition of movement.

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